A Pillow Of Winds

A cloud of eiderdown Draws around me Softening a sound. Sleepy time, and I lie, With my love by my side, And she's breathing low. And the candle dies. When night comes down You lock the door. The book falls to the floor. As darkness falls The waves roll by, The seasons change The wind is wry. Now wakes the hour Now sleeps the swan Behold the dream The dream is gone. Green fields are calling It's falling, in a golden door. And deep beneath the ground, The early morning sounds, And I go down. Sleepy time, and I lie, With my love by my side, And she's breathing low. And I rise, like a bird, In the haze, when the first rays Touch the sky. And the night wings die.