Poema Charles Anthony Silvestri (1965 - )
Arreglo Eric Whitacre (1970 - )
Género musical Música docta
Tonalidad Mib Mayor
Letra
The evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep, my minds aflight,
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep, my minds aflight,
And yet my limbs seem made of lead
If there are noises in the night,
A frightening shadow, flickering light.
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dream give second sight.
A frightening shadow, flickering light.
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dream give second sight.
What dreams may come, both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep.
Of flying wings and soaring leap
As I surrender unto sleep
As I surrender unto sleep.
