Summer bedtime

In winter I go to bed by night
And dress by yellow candle light
In summer quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree
Or hear the grown up people's feet
Still going passed me on the street

And does it not seem hard to you
When all the sky is clear and blue
And I should like so much to play
That I have to go to bed by day