See the glow of the steeple
See the stars overhead
See the little children
Fall asleep, go to bed
They are the glory
Of what love was meant to be
I’ll tell you a story
] So tonight you can dream
Cockle shells, jingling bells
Birds that talk but never tell
Catch a cloud, ride it by
Hush little baby, close your eyes
Sleep tonight and dreams do keep
Within your mothers arms so meant to be
Cotton tails and old wagon wheels
I’ll tell you a story, old Bre Rabbit did live
You are the glory of what love is meant to be
I’ll tell you a story so tonight you can dream
Cotton tails and old wagon wheels
Once upon a time, old Bre Rabbit did live.
2006 Bill Simmons
beautiful....I have just drown into this poem... very well written! Elya Thorn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem just makes you feel so light and peaceful i think it is just lovely! Just Dian