As the passing day grows quiet
And shadows move with silent grace
The Earth turns slowly onward
Into night
...
Awakening I see a world of snow
Each flake
Settling silently
Transforming countryside
...
Pitter patter falls the rain
Splashing into gutters
Gurgling into drains
Washing dirty pavements
...
On a cold November night
We watch the stars together
Your little hand in mine...
...
Countless treasures from many lands
Shall come to rest in children's hands,
The scented flower and bumblebee
...
Darkest Lace
As the passing day grows quiet
And shadows move with silent grace
The Earth turns slowly onward
Into night
And evening spreads
With gentle hands
Her cloth
Of darkest lace.
Of darkest lace.