When I have said my evening prayer,
and my clothes are folded on my chair,
mama and daddy switch off the light,
I'll still be four years old tonight.
But from the very break of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the darkness turns to gold,
tomorrow I'll be five years old…
five kisses when i wake,
five candles on my cake.
A goodnight kiss for the four year old
to send him to sleep and to dreaming.
And blessings to the five year old
who'll climb out of bed in the morning.