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, 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

There 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 birds, morning breeze
Spinning leaves, sleepy trees
Gently tap the window pane
It's good to see the Sun again