Gently, my child, my child so dear,
Let water soothe your brow.
Let grey-clad skies cover harsh hot sun
And curl up close beside.

I’ll sing you a song of the rolling kind;
I’ll tell you a tale of the years.
A washing away of the burdens we bear,
And a hand to hold through the tears. 

Hush now, my child, my child so dear,
Let rainfall soothe you now.
Let silver-veiled skies cover blinding bright sun
And lay yourself down by my side.

The song that two-stepped through countless lives past
Is the same song that waltzes through yours,
And the troubles that song has eased over then
Were no less than what keeps your heart sore. 

Sleep now, my child, my child so dear,
Let raindrops show you how.
Let the song that we sing as we wait for the sun
Keep my darling till sunrise.