The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed, a thousand pictures fill my head, I cannot sleep , my mids aflight; and yet my limbs seems made of lead.
(SAT) If there are noises in the night, a frightening shadow, Flickerering light;
(B) If there are noises in the night, in the night
Then I surrender unto sleep, where cloads of dream give second sight.
What dreams may come, both dark and deep--
(SA) of flying wings and soaring leap?
-As I surrender unto sleep.-
(TB) -dark and deep-
...dark, unto sleep
Repeat at least 10x
Writer(s): Eric Whitacre
Copyright: Walton Music Corporation
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