They first thing I notice when I look outside in the shield of night
Is the sky
How gently it carries its children
The moon, clounds and stars up high.
Carefull not to disturb them from their lullaby
How lucky up there it must be
careless loved and free
Yet I sigh thinking no one sung me a sweet song
Oh how I wish that was me
And wish no one done me wrong
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
They first thing I notice when I look outside in the shield of night
Is the sky
How gently it carries its children
The moon, clounds and stars up high.
Carefull not to disturb them from their lullaby
How lucky up there it must be
careless loved and free
Yet I sigh thinking no one sung me a sweet song
Oh how I wish that was me
And wish no one done me wrong
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