Deep into the dark and dreamless night I lay
Cradling that which is not half as precious by day
Subtle and sweet on my heart like a balm
As I cradle this hope like an egg in my palms
And should the day rise before the shell breaks
I'll tend to it gently and soothe those old aches
And all through that daylight which burns through the frost
I hold to a promise from the lips of the lost
From morning to evenings, from sunshine to sleep
As day slowly gentles its way to the deep
And back in the dark, alone as I lay
To hold that sweet dream
Till the light of the day