Down in the garden, there's a swinging seed
Beside the river and the trees
You hold my hands, we sing a song
We watch the shadows growing long
And count the gently falling leaves
Aurora borealis came our way
To paint the sky with crimson light
We felt the wonder of such love
And reached up to the stars above
To touch the gently falling light
The moon is rising over the river now
And music falling from the trees
And for a moment, time is slow
There is nowhere you have to go
And now you gently fall asleep
His feathers for your covering
Under the shadow of his wing
There is no fear of anything
His feathers for your covering
Under the shadow of his wing
There is no fear of anything
