Hey there Mr. Shadow man Handsome you who comes at night When a little light remains And every one is sleeping tight
O dear Mr. Shadow man Could you come here and be quiet? For every one except me here Might just get a good big fright
You may sit beside the bed Or may be even over it But don't you stand there in the door Come and on the sofa, sit
Please don't sing that song of death Or that mournful melody strong; Won't you sing a quaint lullaby? It doesn't have to be that long!
And do you mind to knock at first? When you in the dark arrive, I just get some serious creeps As you from the ceiling dive.