The sun is not a bed when I
At night upon my pillow lie；
Still round the earth his way he takes，
And morning after morning makes．
While here at home，in shining day ，
We round the sunny garden play ．
Each little Indian sleepyhead
Is being kissed and put to bed．
And when at eve I rise from tea，
Day daw ns beyond the Atlantic Sea；
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed．
太阳颂
我依着柔枕彻夜安睡，
太阳却不曾进入梦乡；
她把足迹踏遍大地，
这才有黑夜的深沉，白昼的明朗。
我们在家园里嬉戏，
尽兴地晒着太阳。
贪睡的印第安小宝贝
妈妈吻别抱上床。
喝罢晚茶起身的时候，
大西洋彼岸已披上曙光；
西方的孩子们忙起床，
妈妈帮小儿穿衣裳。
