in winter homes we sigh,   beneath the leaves sing   "I need some meaning in a twinkling"   and maples glow as white,   prospective sweets and light   sons are bringing in the yeildings   there is reading before sleeping      nighttime where we are   and you covered in plain clothes,   sewing neat, careful designs   but what makes you so fearful?   wear a coat to cover you,   sing songs to cover you, sing      unicornucopia in my dreams   unicornucopia what I sing      and we read for the hours   our books become as lamps   for retreating to our dreamings   the stove brings warmth for doubts   the Lord brings us about   to the work of His own keeping   part of you speaks,   "do you need me"?      midnight where we are   and you float for an instant   through the quarters of an hour   wood clocks play songs by instinct   turn while hearing words for just you   spoken to remind you      unicornucopia in my dreams   unicornucopia what I sing      if for an hour   for a moment   how fleeting this will be   glances are traded   for warmth   in the presence of suffering   morning where we are   and dewdrops lay as mountains   by the kettle on the hearth   but half of me is uncertain   then an old familiar light,   keeps me at rest 'till nightfall      unicornucopia in my dreams   unicornucopia what I sing      na na na na,   na na na na na na,   na na na na na na,   na na na na na na