A cloud of eiderdownDraws around meSoftening a sound.Sleepy time, and I lie,With my love by my side,And she’s breathing low.
And the candle dies.
When night comes downYou lock the door.The book falls to the floor.As darkness fallsThe waves roll by,The seasons changeThe wind is wry.
Now wakes the hourNow sleeps the swanBehold the dreamThe dream is gone.Green fields are callingIt’s falling, in a golden door.
And deep beneath the ground,The early morning soundsAnd I go down.Sleepy time, and I lie,With my love by my side,And she’s breathing low.
And I rise, like a bird,In the haze, when the first raysTouch the sky.
And the night wings die.
