When at Night the Fairies come
To hush the world to sleep
With nocturnal melodies played
On the prettiest of harps
Harps of gold and flutes of silver
Sing to sleep the silent world
Violas of mahogany
And violins of cherry wood
Sing to sleep this silent world
Filled full of beauty
The Moon watches from above
And smiles his approval
And falls asleep
Casting his brightest ray
On that Night
When harps of gold and flutes of silver
Hushed to sleep this Enchanted world

*~Marian~