Little bird
You have chided the day away
Have you not seen
The stars appearing above
The wind, it's cold and wrathful love
Its icy touch
Slowly taking your life away
You are lost, precious bird
Your once joyful song had turned to fright
You are cold and hungry
And arising all around
Devious creatures of the night
Tricking, luring you
To their trap
Where you shall
Never see light again
They wait Still as death
Where you are unknowingly abound
So turn away gentle bird
Away where they will never hear your tone
And follow the fading light to your home
Where I am fervently waiting
And fall into my embrace
And retire your weary head
Into the warmth of my bed
And I will sing you lullabies
Till you dream tenderly, precious bird
And you will wake up
With I, by your side
And With the sun's
divine and heavenly abide
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