In the closet everywhere, a sleepy old soul snores without any care.
Always there hidden so tired he be, curled up tight lost n his reverie.

One companion stays with he, beneath his beard eyes peeking to see watching whomever may come oh too near, to stop them at once or cast them with fear.

Sleeping away his day, sleeping away his nights. Sleepy old soul forever and ever and ever

Nobody knows where he will show, under a tree where he might be. Beneath the stairs corners he knows, nobody knows who he used to be.

None can ask this sleepy old soul for he fades n the woodwork he fades in the stone.
In his dreaming every where his echoes of snoring still sound where he roams.

Sleeping away his day, sleeping away his nights. Sleepy old soul forever and ever and ever

Nobody knows where he will show, under a tree where he might be. Beneath the stairs corners he knows, nobody knows who he used to be.

Lost n a memory lost in his head, always he searches for his next cozy bed.
If you see him, every where, don't try to wake him shhhh