So calm, so serene, so beautiful;
Like a sleeping angel from paradise.
A slumbering child;
Symbolic of true love, of tranquility, of peace;
Of all good things endangered.
Sweet dreams my child,
Sweet dreams.
For tomorrow you awake.
So calm, so serene, so beautiful;
Like a sleeping angel from paradise.
A slumbering child;
Symbolic of true love, of tranquility, of peace;
Of all good things endangered.
Sweet dreams my child,
Sweet dreams.
For tomorrow you awake.
Far, far better and more true and meaningful than the cruel, "Rock-A-Bye Baby in the treetop . . . " !!
Your rhyme should now replace that horrible old one, I think!! Very pretty
The last line, Frankie, smashes the idea of the "everything's fine". The sword of Damocles is hanging menacingly above the child's head:
"for tomorrow you awake" IOW: "just wait and see and let me help you out of that (sweet)dream!"
Reality steps in there...alas....
"Symbolic...of all good things endangered" makes me shudder.
I'm reading this for the 3rd time now I guess I forgot to comment the first two but this is really good it fills my heart with a little warmth. It's sad that such places and things are so hard to come by it seems that everything man touches becomes cautious if only our world could be innocent again.
There is not enough space or time to truly let the song unwind