Close your eyes, the day is done,
Silver boats sail past the sun.
Over hills of lavender blue,
Dreamland keeps a path for you.
Drift away, my little dove,
Past the moon on wings of love.
Faraway, where soft winds roam,
Every road will lead you home.
In a valley made of snow,
Sugar-maple lanterns glow.
Foxes leave their tracks like lace,
While the clouds make room and space.
Drift away, my little dove,
Past the moon on wings of love.
Faraway, where soft winds roam,
Every road will lead you home.
Close your eyes, the stars are near,
Morning waits; you’re safe right here.
