[Call] Hush now, hush, the longlight comes— [Response] Rolls on wings of ember drums. [Call] Soft the soil where root-lamps gleam, [Response] Sing, my love, the amber dream. —instrumental breath— [Verse 1] Cloud herds gather on the rim, Hornless, lowing dusk and dim. Folded deep in fleece of coal, They trample light and shadow whole. [Response] But in our hearth the pulses glow, Warm as rind of firefruit slow. And every hush the storm may bring, Is softened by the songs we sing. [Chorus] Lay thee down in the low-round room, Beneath the dome of woven bloom. Let the storm pass overhead, We will dream where silence led. Ooo—ooo—dream where silence led. —short instrumental echo— [Verse 2 – call-response within lines] If the rain taps thrice— (who knocks? who knocks?) 'Tis the wind that walks— (in silver socks.) If the thunder cries— (so low, so low) It’s only tales the cloud-folk know. [Bridge – call-response rising intensity then calming] Will they come down? — Not tonight. Will they drink the stars? — Not our light. Will they take the fields? — Just the dust. Then what shall keep us? — Dreams and trust. [Refrain – repeat chorus slower] Lay thee down in the low-round room, Beneath the dome of woven bloom. Let the storm pass overhead, We will dream where silence led. Ooo—ooo—dream where silence led. —soft instrumental coda, heartbeats mimic rain—
