Moonrise

Tonight, my love, the moon shall rise

the sandman come to dust your eyes.

His sand has heard the dream gull's cries

beside a sea 'neath silver skies.

It lulls you gently in to sleep

till, silently

without one peep, the angels come,

their watch to keep.

They'll hold you safe while dreaming deep.

The pillow cool beneath your head,

all star lit is your feather bed which glides the moonbeams like a

sled, above towns which glitter blue and red.

The Sun, the stars and on beyond

began to beckon

when you yawned.

In dreams, the things of which you're fond shall come to you

by a crystal pond.

You'll ride a ring around the moon

and taste it with a silver spoon,

while I shall sing a soft sweet tune

of butterflies which dance in June.

Then spin a web, between the stars

of silken strands and iron bars

to be a path for dream time cars,

a route to travel out past Mars.

And when you land on some planet where

you'll feel a difference in the air and find new friends

will meet you there with new adventures for you to share.

My lullabies shall guide you back.

Songs of rocking babies and Mary Mack

will call you from your dream time track and wake you

at the dawn's first crack.