Night, the quiet time when the city is asleep
The beautiful land that glows a silver-white gleam
I just want to lay on the land and bathe in its beautiful beautiful beam
For this calming light I shall lay where I am, frozen in time.
The sun, powerful and proud like a father
The moon, calm and dangerous like a mother
I, the child, shall indulge in both but I love my mother like no other.
Silent and at bliss on my grassy cradle falling asleep. Further and further
The symbol of rest and night
Of the hunt, of predator and prey
Most beloved mother in this grass bed I lay
Cradle your son, your child to sleep
Until I awake from your husbands morning beam
Indulge me further mother to my childish dreams
Deeper and deeper to land a land unseen