Every night before bed time My father sang a song that told of his land When he fled the famine and arrived Here in South Dakota, the wild far west He was young, alone in this world For two years the harvest went wrong Winter was knocking angry at the door, But he did not answered and sailed far away. And when the night is crawling dark You feel you're going to fall apart Just close your eyes and don't forget This song I'm singing in your bed Don't be afraid, don't lose control now My voice will guide you through No matter what tomorrow bring ya Their eyes are upon you He has always loved his freedom The herdsman life was made for him He has been charmed by the eyes of a doe And his days of wandering came to an end. Then he opened the barber downtown Evenings spent here at the saloon Whistling this song while coming home Suddenly in the dark he disappeared And when the night is crawling dark