Whispers of the Night
In the whispers of the night
The blue lily cries
To the moon, to the moon
Who sweetly replies
And each bird in her nest
Down for nightly rest
Trills softly, so softly
From her orange-red breast
And each star up above
White and pure as a dove
Shines brightly, Shines brightly
Singing in harmonious love
And each evening, my friend
Hear the message it sends
Lovely grace, lovely grace
Its beauty never ends