Sleep, blue bird, and drift away.
Let your heart take wing and rise;
sleep as clouds that plague by day
dissolve like mist in darkening skies.
Wind may blow and rain may fall
but drowse with peace in your good nest.
No storm shall hold you in its thrall.
Moonrise calls your soul to rest.
Dream, while faithful stars above
in preparation for sun's rise
make a new day filled with love,
a gift to open with your eyes.
