Lullaby

Song of the earth and stars and sun,
the purest time that ever can be,
my child, sleep now, the day is done:
I’ll sing to you, you sing to me.

Creation’s colour again is begun
of notes in a brand-new company.
My child, sleep now, the day is done:
I’ll sing to you, you sing to me.

A fierce crescendo of chords is spun
of all the elements that can be.
My child, sleep now, the day is done:
I’ll sing to you, you sing to me.

You are the maestro, the musical one;
your breath is a sweet symphony.
My child, sleep now, the day is done:
I’ll sing to you, you sing to me.