The evening hangs beneath the moon

A silver thread on darkened dune

With closing eyes and resting head



Upon my pillow, safe in bed

A thousand pictures fill my head

I cannot sleep my minds a flight

And yet my limbs seem made of lead



If there are noises in the night

A frighting shadow, flickering light

Then I surrender unto sleep



Where clouds of dreams give second sight





Of flying wings and soaring leap



As I surrender unto sleep

As I surrender unto sleep