All the little lights

The singing

Oh, the quiet sunrise
Who shines his light on me
Lies, mirthful as a raging fire
Upon the raging sea

Oh, the gentle stillness
Of morning's kindly rays
That wake the gentle glory
From her nightly daze

Oh, the burning noontime
The tallest of the tall
Whose inferno burns the shadows
And then begins to fall

Oh, the sleepy evening
Who laughs a summer breeze
Whose lament of gentle sorrow
Still whispers through the trees

Oh, the vibrant sunset
Who holds the hearts of man
Who renders specters speechless
And is last before the end

Oh, the silver starlight
Whose beauty touches all
Whose song ensnares the sirens
And trembles in the fall

Oh, the touch of moonlight
Whose breath is a soft caress
Who watches over sleeping souls,
And never takes a rest