The Creatures of the Field - Art Garfunkel, Amy Grant

And the creatures of the field

Waited in the silence of Gabriel’s departing

And in the meadow kneeled

Still but for the sound of a frightened faun starting

'Til the owl said:

Who raised up a clamor so harsh and deep?

The owl said:

Who caused gentle Mary to fret and weep?

Her window glows brightly

I fear that she cannot sleep.

Mary paced her room

Wishing that her heartbeat

Would cease its fearful pounding

Peered into the gloom

Silent as a tomb,

Not one distant drum sounding

As the owl said:

Who caused such a stillness to mystify the earth-

And why?

See how she searches the darkened sky.

Who is there among us to sing her a lullaby?

Sing me a lullaby…