Night unfolds its velvet cloak, Over hills and dales, The moonlight weaves through trees, Spinning soft, silver trails.
And as the stars awaken, In a celestial dance, The whispering, tranquil night Calls for dreams to entrance.
- Lillian B Miller
Night unfolds its velvet cloak, Over hills and dales, The moonlight weaves through trees, Spinning soft, silver trails.
And as the stars awaken, In a celestial dance, The whispering, tranquil night Calls for dreams to entrance.