Ghosts

Go to sleep my babies
Don't you wake up
The stars will keep you company
So close your eyes
Old Uncle Moon will smile
His dearest sweetest dreams
And hold you in his arms
Until the morning comes.

Dark the night not a sound
Damp and cold frosty ground
Above your head the lion screams
To tear you from your moonlit dreams.

Damp with sweat, your mouth is dry
Twisted branches catch the eye
Beside your bed the angel stands
You cannot touch his withered hands.

As the lion's eyes dance before me
They are kindly, yet bloody red
I can see that he is smiling
But I cannot live inside his head.

Tell me children
Are you sleeping?
Are you innocent like me?
May you never cross the line
I hope your dreams are not like mine.

So the needle stands before me
I climb inside it towards the light
Where the angel stands in glory
His sword of peace defends the night.

Tell me children
Are you sleeping?
Are you innocent like me?
May you never cross the line
I hope your dreams are not like mine.

So the world is spread before me
As I fly high on angel wings
But the angel is deceiving
For he is weeping as he sings.

Tell me children
Are you sleeping?
Are you innocent like me?
May you never cross the line
I hope your dreams are not like mine.

Early bird, morning breeze
Spinning leaves, sleepy trees
Gently tap the window pane
It's good to see the sun again.

Strawbs, Ghosts

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