I am my own big brother
And I am my own best friend
I am the songs of my mother
And I am the one I'm depending on
So why lie awake over far away fears
If the good moon should slip out of sight
I'll just lean down and kiss me
And turn out the light
'Cos it's me who can tell me goodnight
The night comes to call on my troubles
He asks for the worries I keep
I give him the weight off my shoulders
I give myself sweet dreams and plenty of sleep
I give myself buckets of laughter
I give myself busloads of kids full of play
I send myself seventy-six dozen roses
I send myself night and I send myself day
So why lie awake over far away fears
If the good moon should slip out of sight
I'll just lean down and kiss me
And turn out the light
'Cos it's me who can tell me goodnight
I am my own big brother
And I am my own best friend
I am the songs of my mother
And I am the one I'm depending on
So why lie awake over far away fears
If the good moon should slip out of sight
I'll just lean down and kiss me
And turn out the light
'Cos it's me who can tell me goodnight