Weaving and flowing
The sweet wind blowing
Through valleys and hills
Round and round goes through the
mills
Young trees swaying
Dark shadows baying
Silver beams light up the night
Stars shining so bright
Glowing eyes peaking here and
there
Soft sounds drifting around
And I in my bed
Covers up to my head
The warm orange glow
Fills me to my toes
Safe and sound and into slumber I
fall
