Stars of night,
hold me tight,
and wash my nightmares away,
so I can come and play,
as the night slowly slips away,
as the moon watches over us,
and time stands still,
and the whipper will,
plays a mournful tune.
I dare not sleep,
while the stars peep,
above this smoky horizon,
while the rest of humanity
sleeps the night away,
I play,
I play untill my feet give way,
and then I lay and think of the day that we can be togather,
when all will be alright,
and I can hold you tight,
as the whipper will plays its mournful tune. |
