Grey is the sky, No breezes blow. O'er roof and hill, The moon now low Sends gentle light To guard below. But, here I lie sleepless, dear. Bats flutter home. The dawn is near.
Gold streaks the east.
Its glow, the roofs reflect, Dark leaves turn green And flow'rs with light, are deck'd. Now birds and babes wake to play. To greet a bright, new day. Dew fresh and cool. All Rights Reserved.