she sings softly, guiding the sandman home
her hushed voice singing for me alone
just like she sang for my mom
her song ensuring nothing will harm

our way through the night
"may the nightflowers bloom
in the light of your weary eyes"
nightflowers bloom

me nearly asleep, she stops when the clamor next door
stirs me from a dream, sighing she looks to the floor
"dear, oh dear", she says, "where was I?"
standing up she closes the door and begins anew

her song thoughout the night
"may the nightflowers bloom
in the light of your weary eyes"
nightflowers bloom

she sings softly, guiding the sandman to me
she speaks to me, she says

"the world is a bedlam of racket and babble
but don't let it overcome you
arrange it into a sound of your own
and let it out, singing

your song throughout your life
may the nightflowers bloom
in the light of your weary eyes"

in the light, nightflowers bloom