Winter's night falls silently,
soft flurries dance to the ground.
Hush, the eve is nigh,
nary a whispering sound.

What are these pieces of lace
so delicate, the crystal thread
that covers earth
as we sleep upon our bed.

There is an Angel in Heaven's sky
softly a lullaby, she sings,
and all through the night
she flutters her wings.

Each tiny crystal
from her wings, then fall,
and tenderly covers earth
with an Angel wing shawl.

Good Night
Sleep Tight