What ill wind bodes this night of rest
What dark cloud dares obscure the moon
What noisome pestilence shatters this reverie
How dare they, how dare they
Don’t they realize this day is done
It’s done I tell you done
Tomorrow awaits in trembling anticipation
Unfurl those golden wings of song
Break forth create memories new
Even better, greater, wilder, free
Stir the slumber awake to life
Until the clouds are banished
And there will never remain a night
Embrace in slow motion the gift, the years
Until you laugh when you stumble
Then rise back up and cry
For what ill wind, what pestilence, what cloud
Can dare to rob you now
With the taste of life content fulfilled
Fresh upon your lips