The wind sings through the pines tonight
A wordless song of amber light
It carries leaves where they must go
And whispers secrets none will know
Your fingers trace the window’s frame
I watch the clouds, you say my name
The world grows soft, the world grows still
A distant train beyond the hill
The wind sings what we cannot say
Of time that drifts, of time that stays
It finds the cracks where sorrow hides
And turns it into lullabies
Sleep now, sleep
The wind will keep
Its watch through dreams too deep to keep