Down With The Sun

O darkness, if in thy arms

I could rest for a while

And with these earthly eyes

See thy dim smile

Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall

Hang the moon on the sky's arch

Soothe the weight of a darkling day

Croon me into the slumber:

"Rock here in the birch's lap

Swing in the manor of wind

Lay down your weary head

Let the blue stars darken"

"Rock here in the birch's lap

Swing in the manor of wind

Lay down your weary head

Let the blue stars darken"

O silence, if in thy cradle

I could sway like a child

Hear the amending song,

The sighing of the shades

Maid of twilight, lass of duskfall

Serve thy goblet to me

Let me drink to the last drop

The sweet opiate of the dreams:

"Rock here in the birch's lap

Swing in the manor of wind

Lay down your weary head

Let the blue stars darken"

Ours is the silence,

The echo old ageless night

A gleam in the blackest of streams,

One fleeing moment

For vain is all the toil and trouble,

Vain is all the heartbreak

In the end I'll find my solace

In an earthen cradle

So good night