The New York Room. The Wings Of Night. Zeneszám

this night I kneel beside thee
you will breathe me in and set me free
out from your lips my soul will rise
and on the wings of night we will fly

faraway, forever more

as daylights embers pale and fade
and fall into midnights shade
I will sleep, sleep
sweet sleep
golden halo, carry me
in your warm glow
for all eternity

faraway, forever more

the circles of light spiral around me
lifting me up, turning slowly
the pieces of night
will never again be
leaving me lonely

tonight I lie with death my bride
and with her kiss my pain has died
with night my bed and death my sleep
with you my stone and I my wreath

faraway, forever more