LULLABY FOR MICHAEL
Born 1964 – Died 1964
The night is low,
go to sleep.
The moon shines in,
rock-a-bye.
Before you know,
close your eye,
The sun shines again.
Hush my child,
The wind is still,
go to sleep.
The trees all sigh
rock-a-bye.
Clouds on the hill,
close your eye,
hide a starry sky,
hush my child.
Now don’t you hear it?
Don’t you hear it
In the quiet of the night?
The light is gone,
go to sleep.
We all need rest,
rock-a-bye.
Dreams to drift in,
close your eye.
Only dreams are best,
hush my child.
All that has been,
go to sleep,
Lies in my heart,
rock-a-bye.
Nothing can end,
close your eye,
This life I start.
Hush my child.
Now don’t you hear it.
Don’t you hear it
In the quiet of the yard.
No, you don’t hear it.
You don’t hear it.
Where the stone stands guard.
Sleep.
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