Hush, child, and listen, to the grey dawn's mourning
Hush, child, and hear, the music's soft warning,
Hush, child, and breathe, as the sound washes through
Hush, child, and perhaps sound will even greet you
Hush, child, and sleep, as the sun goes away
Hush, child, don't weep, for it's only at play
Hush, child, and try, to listen in peace
Hush, child, and you'll hear the music's release
But why must I listen, and creep in the night?
Why shy from the music that keeps away fright?
If I must be quiet, then what will become
of music's dark wingswhere will they come from?
If I must remain quiet, then pray, tell me why,
Don't force me to sleep when I hear the night's cry!
The darkening gloom might terrify you
But to meonly me, it is wonderfully new!
So let me make music, in the nocturnal hours
Let me sing loud, or you give Night the Power.
I'll stay awake, you find the reap
And I'll sing you softly