Every night I’m lulled to sleep,
By the dripping of heavy dew,
By crickets as they play their song,
By the Owl asking, “Who?”
But just before I fall asleep,
I hear a Vixen’s Scream.
The foxes are mischievous,
As they prance beside the stream.
A moth is fluttering against the glass,
She’s enchanted by the light,
Of the little lamp beside the bed,
To keep away the Night.
And once the light is gone again,
And everything is still,
The cicadas sing a special song.
I’m delighted by their trill.
And when I can’t resist it,
When my time to sleep grows nigh,
I close my eyes and listen,
To a Southern Lullaby.