When darkness falls and
the earth grows still The
moon will begin to rise, The
andles of heaven will begin
to burn And the angel will
close her eyes. As the crickets
call throughout the night The
angel will slowly begin to drift
asleep The crickets sing her a
lullaby And in her mind, dreams
will creep. With her head raised
upon a pillow, which we both will
share, I will pull the covers over her
body to keep her warm; I will kiss
her goodnight with such gentle care.
Unknown Wild
- 16 years, 7 months, 2 days ago