…and when I close my eyes tonight again,
wait for whispers of sleep,
I know I might not hear a sound,
And my eyes will lay awake and weep.
It’s just another restless night,
Another time I won’t sleep sound,
But maybe if I dream of you,
It might feel like you’re still around.
So stay close, all thoughts of you,
And fuss me into tender state of rest,
It’s quiet here with the sound of peace,
With my heart held in, and head caressed…