• The moon floats up
    The sun falls down
    The children sleep
    Inside the town

    Their parents give
    A kiss goodnite
    They tuck them in
    And whisper sleep tight

    This winter night is quiet
    The time for all to hush
    The silence of the coldness
    The bedtime of the brush

    Up in the trees
    You'll see an owl
    And down on the grund
    A wolf will start to howl

    A now calm lake
    Rests near a tree
    The wind blows by
    So soft yet free