As I gazed up at the clear night sky,
And listened to her lullaby
To calm the kid, before he'll cry.
As soft, she is, as a butterfly.

And the moon is round, and bright, and full
Which makes her look, oh more beautiful
As she paints his dreams so colourful.
Her voice echoes, so wonderful.

And the stars just stare - they do no *****'.
I know this for sure - I did not blink.
But you see, I did not ever think
That I'd get to, of this sweet water drink.

And when she looked at me, I could but smile
As we sat like that for quite a while.
She's been there for me through every trial
And can read me like I'm an open file.

As she lay her son into his bed,
She kissed him gently on his head.
"Sweet dreams, my child", is what she said,
Then she set aside the book she read.

Then she walked to me, embraced me so,
And allowed herself to against me flow
Like the soft, warm sun to melt the snow
Of my frozen heart - she did not let go.

But she held me tight, and I her, too.
"My dear, sweet husband, I love you"
Something for sure, that I definitely I knew
As she fell into me, like a drop of dew...