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 minds a flight   And yet my limbs seem made of lead      If there are noises in the night   A frighting shadow, flickering light   Then I surrender unto sleep      Where clouds of dreams give second sight      What dreams may come both dark and deep      Of flying wings and soaring leap      As I surrender unto sleep   As I surrender unto sleep