When the night comes
I stand on the stair and listen,
the stars are swarming in the garden
and I stand in the darkness.
Listen; the sound of a falling star!
Don’t walk barefoot out into the grass –
my garden is full of splinters.
When the night comes
I stand on the stair and listen,
the stars are swarming in the garden
and I stand in the darkness.
Listen; the sound of a falling star!
Don’t walk barefoot out into the grass –
my garden is full of splinters.