A
cloud
of
eiderdown
Draws
around
me
Softening
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
down
You
lock
the
door.
The
book
falls
to
the
floor.
As
darkness
falls
The
waves
roll
by,
The
seasons
change
The
wind
is
wry.
Now
wakes
the
hour
Now
sleeps
the
swan
Behold
the
dream
The
dream
is
gone.
Green
fields
are
calling
It's
falling,
in
a
golden
door.
And
deep
beneath
the
ground,
The
early
morning
sounds
And
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
rays
Touch
the
sky.
And
the
night
wings
die.
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