Bring the Sun Down
Bring the sun down
past the fir tree sentinels,
tramp it down
beneath the fresh laid sod.
Sit here on the stoop
and whisper with me
until fifty stars are counted
and I will light the oil lamp.
The day has released its weight
into a glittering mobile.
Hear my lullaby
and leave the world to slumber.
past the fir tree sentinels,
tramp it down
beneath the fresh laid sod.
Sit here on the stoop
and whisper with me
until fifty stars are counted
and I will light the oil lamp.
The day has released its weight
into a glittering mobile.
Hear my lullaby
and leave the world to slumber.