Go to bed

The priests are dead

Now no one can call you back

Go to bed

The priests are dead

Finally you're pepperminted land

He's a merman

He doesn't need your voice

He's a merman

Go to bed

Dream instead

And you will find him

He's a merman eternally

Doesn't need something

You're not willing to give

He's a merman

Doesn't need your voice

To cross his land

Go to bed

The priests are dead

Now no one can call you back

Go to bed

The priests are dead

Finally you found it

And lalala

Who could ever say

You're not simply wonderful

Who could ever harm you

Sleep now

You're my little girl

Go to bed

The priests are dead

And go and sing it all again

Go to bed

Past the apple orchard

And you'll feel nice

Two can play

I said two can play