She's like a cradle, her embrace so warm.
She guides me gently, back to my farm.
With her guiding me, no need to sound the alarm.
Oh soft spirit, are you the moon?
Is this a dream, to keep me calm?
Why do you only appear at midnight?
She's like a cradle, her embrace so warm.
She guides me gently, back to my farm.
With her guiding me, no need to sound the alarm.
Oh soft spirit, are you the moon?
Is this a dream, to keep me calm?
Why do you only appear at midnight?