The word is out from street to street
Little Johnny East is Dead
They wrapped him in his winding sheet
and set a stone above his head
Sleep Johnny Sleep
Sleep Johnny Sleep
The relics of his reckless games
little Johnny east is dead
His cars and trucks and ships and planes
are in a box beneath his bed
Sleep Johnny Sleep
Sleep Johnny Sleep
the Sun beats down and the winter rages
little Johnny east is dead
And all the dust from all the ages
settles down upon his head
Sleep Johnny Sleep
Sleep Johnny Sleep
There comes a time we cannot name
little Johnny east is dead
When cars and trucks and ships and planes
Will stain the seams of rock rust red.
Sleep Johnny Sleep
Sleep Johnny Sleep
When bed and toys and blood and bones
little Johnny east is dead
Locked inside a seam of stone
where shoals of shimmering fishes roam
and unimagined sharks
cruise over head
Sleep Johnny Sleep
Sleep Johnny Sleep
Sleep Johnny Sleep
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