Oneirism - Vol. I [EN]

Lullaby

Lay your head upon my pillow,
Rest your cheek against my breast:
Come the night, the sweeping swallow
Seeks the comfort of her nest.

Hush your words for words are hollow,
Silence brings its own release:
Though the winds may beat and bellow,
By and by the storm must cease.

Close your eyes and dreams will follow,
Sleep and I will soothe your brow:
The sun will rise again tomorrow,
But that is then, and this is now.