The Lady of the Night The Lady of the Night is sleeping With clouds for pillows by her head Her jet black hair is creeping Down the dusky road of evening to her bed Where a child lies in slumber His head full of innocent dreams Of the world and all its wonders But he's young yet and that is how it seems He will wake in the morning sunshine The Lady has now wakened and is day She will smile and maybe sometime Throw a kiss to the child on her way To greet the birds and the trees, her children As they flutter their good mornings in the breeze She'll reach and gently touch them And they'll spread their wings and branches to the seas She keeps the world full of laughter And begs the wind and rain to stay away She loves the things around her She's the goddess of love, people say When you lie in your bed in the evening Though she's sleeping and appears not to see With the stars in the sky as her servants They will watch and make sure you will be Sleep till the skies reopen Till she smiles through the misty morning dew Lifting the curtain of darkness And bringing light and gaiety to you *