Night oh night,
tucking in the unquiet thoughts,
soothing tired hearts distraught,
with a voice of sighing winds.
Night oh night,
a restful sound lifts from your lips,
as soft caressing fingertips,
such tenderness a quiet wind.
Night oh night,
your cradle calls hearts to return,
at every altar candles burn,
with a song of quiet dreams.
Night oh night,
our cups are full from all you gave,
with your every turn dreams are saved,
on a voice of loving sleep.
