In The Horse-Carriage

Inside the carriage-coach,
I fell asleep,
O lovely lady,
Don't you rouse me from my sleep.
Through brightly street-lit towns,
Through the countryside of cool lush arbors.
Then abruptly, balmy breeze from the sea from up ahead.
The clickity-clack of hoofed feet
Lull me to drowsed sleep.
O lovely lady,
Until we come upon the inn's festooned eaves,
Don't you rouse me from my sleep.