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 without a sound
Dark and cold the frosty ground
Above your head the lion screams
To turn you from your only dreams

Dark the sweat, mouth is dry
Twisted brunt his catch the eye
Beside your bed the angel stands
You can 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 a needle stands before me
I climb inside it towards the light
Where the angel stands in glory
His sword of peace it burns and dies

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 on angel wings
But the angel is deceiving
For he is weeping as he sings

The line, I hope your dreams are not like mine

Early birds, morning breeze
Spinning leaves, sleepy trees
Drink the time, the wind of pain
It's good to see the sun again