THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE

Now I lay me down to sleep

In darkened room, on silken sheets;

On downy pillow I lay my head

With curtains drawn around my bed

I am so tired, so weary now

I simply can't remember how

I got back here before the sun

Rose in the heavens to spoil my fun.

Though I can  tell my belly's full

Of  blood-red wine, I can;t recall

From whence it came; And yet I know

To sated rest a man will go

Then will awake and think of me.

My first disciple he will be.

Now, as I lay me down to sleep

I'll hold my tears, and will not weep

For that Christian maid I used to be.

God help that man - and God help me.