Wild blows the wind while the darkness burns
In the deepest winter when the moonlight turns
As the snow falls down on the burdened trees
In the secret places that no one sees

The shades that gather are just whispered form
As the world is waiting for the coming morn'
Though the windows rattle or the door might creak
Just close your eyes and go to sleep

The things that might be, are running late
The things you fear will have to wait
For now it's time for gentle dreams
You know that nothing's as it seems

Long shadows grow and cast their dread
But the sun will rise leaving shadows dead
Never mind those mysteries
If they're important then we shall see

Lay down your head, all the rest will wait
The morning comes with it's new slate
so sleep a time while the planet turns
And the wild wind blows as the darkness burns