Now I lay me down to sleep.
A child prays his soul to keep.
He never shuts his eyes,
He lays awake to watch the skies.
The trees are moving in the shadows
Of the silver mirror moon
And he sees...
WIND WITHOUT WALLS
WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS
A child always dreams
When he's awake - when he's asleep
It seems. A child sees the wind,
He sees things we cannot imagine -
Lions stalking, toys are talking.
Is it make-believe?
And he sees...
WIND WITHOUT WALLS
WHEN THE NIGHT FALLS
Flugahorn - Chris Tedesco
Heartbeat - Christie
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