The sky itself is growing dimmer
the moon is casting its shallow glimmer
In their beds the children lay
Looking at the hours of their past day
the rays of the moon creep across the ground
All is silent the stars make not a sound
The sky itself is growing dimmer
the moon is casting its shallow glimmer
In their beds the children lay
Looking at the hours of their past day
the rays of the moon creep across the ground
All is silent the stars make not a sound