In setting sun, and rising moon,
There is a moment of calm.
In that moment, all worry fades,
And all good is made possible.
But when that moment fades,
Our eyes grow weary and heavy.
So we fall asleep, long through the night,
Until morning comes.
In setting sun, and rising moon,
There is a moment of calm.
In that moment, all worry fades,
And all good is made possible.
But when that moment fades,
Our eyes grow weary and heavy.
So we fall asleep, long through the night,
Until morning comes.