Hush falls the evening
And tickles the bell
One freckle, three freckle, four
Hush falls the evening
And tickles the bell
Love, close your eyes
There are stories to tell
Troubles and marks and sakes to keep
Blow out the candle and go to sleep
I hang the moon that looks to the west
Tied to your pillow and twice ‘round your chest
Should the sky thunder and should the stars mist
Water the branches that sprout from your wrist
[surrealism style]