Little raindrops, gently falling
In the shadows of the night,
Lull me into pleasant slumber
'Til beginning of daylight.
In the stillness of the nighttime,
Plant in me a faith that's bold,
And in place of erring mischief,
Set a heart of purest gold.
Little messengers from Heaven,
As you kiss the goldenrod,
Let me dream until tomorrow
In the loving arms of God.
Frankie Davis Oviatt