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