"When I'm worried, And I can't sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep, And I fall asleep, Counting my blessings. When my bankroll, Is gettin' small, I think of when I had none at all. And I fall asleep, Counting my blessings. I think about a nursery, And I picture curly heads, And one by one I count them, As they slumber, In their beds. If you're worried, And you can't sleep, Just count your blessings instead of sheep, And you'll fall asleep, Counting your blessings. I think about a nursery, And I picture curly heads, And one by one I count them, As they slumber, In their beds. If you're worried, And you can't sleep, Just count your blessings instead of sheep, And you'll fall asleep, Counting your blessings.