little children snuggle
|
under soft black stars
|
and if you look into their eyes
|
soft black stars
|
deliver them from the book
|
and the letter and the word
|
and let them read the silence
|
bathed in soft black stars
|
let them trace the raindrops
|
under soft black stars
|
let them follow whispers
|
and scare away the night
|
let them kiss the featherbreath
|
of soft black stars
|
and let them ride their horses
|
licked by the wind and the snow
|
and tip-toe into twilight
|
where we all one day will go
|
caressed with tenderness
|
and with no fear at all
|
their faces shining river gold
|
washed by soft black stars
|
and angels' wings shall soothe their cares
|
and all the birds shall sing at dawn
|
blessed and wet with joy
|
you and i will meet one day
|
under the night sky
|
lit by soft black stars.
|
|
-----------------
|
Soft Black Stars
|
| Antony And The Johnsons |
