Ghosts - Strawbs

Sweet Dreams

Go to sleep my babies

Don’t you wake up

The stars will keep you company

So close your eyes

Old Uncle Moon will shine his dearest sweetest dreams

And hold you in your arms

Until the morning comes

Night Light

Dark the night, not a sound

Damp and cold, frosty ground

Above your head the lion screams

To tear you from your moonlit dreams

Damp with sweat, mouth is dry

Twisted branches catch the eye

Beside your bed the angel stands

You cannot touch his withered hands

Guardian Angel

As the lion’s eyes dance before me

They are kindly yet bloody red

I can see that he is smiling

But I cannot live inside his head

There the needle stands before me

I climb inside it towards the light

Where the angel stands in glory

His sword of peace defends the night

So the world is spread before

As I fly high on angel wings

But the angel is deceiving

For he is weeping as he sings

Night Light (continued)

Early birds, morning breeze

Spinning leaves, sleepy trees

Gently tap the window pane

It’s good to see the sun again