Now that it's time Now that the hour hand has landed at the end Now that it's real Now that the dreams have given all they had to lend I want to know
Don't call me home, little sister Before the night is done My love and I are fleeing Running into the sun. Turn to fly, go away Little bird, please
Wrap your troubles in dreams Send them all away Put them in a bottle and Across the seas they'll stay Speak not of misfortunes Speak not of your woes