Over the moon and throw the fields of tomorrow's light.
The dove's overhead sing their simple tune to the summer moon.
Sleep now my child of the night.
Dream of Ventur's of old.
Of Knights and Warrior
Of Burglars and Kings who ruled the lands of old.
Dream of peace and home,
Of good times and sweet memories,
Of laughter and cheer,
Of Family and Friends
Dream now My Child
For Tomorrow
You will have the day.
