I hear that during night you lay
Awake and wish it was the day
And I hear that during morning's light
You wonder why it isn't night
These dreams they are a funny thing
They root inside your heart and sing
Of hopefulness that should have lost
It's path amongst your souls black frost
For years of winter's downy snow
Has taught that flame of hope to go
And I, the candle burning bright
Have come to save you from the night
But first, my dear, please tell me why
You should not listen to this lullaby
And, still with wick inside heart's ice
Should not let this fire slice
Away the nightmares and the dreams
For hope is not as lost as seems