be still my Tawny Frogmouth,
you have marched too long through midnight,
gout-ridden as my half-sleep eyes
throw snowballs wet as wizards\' tongue
beneath the moon as crickets come
with gifts of fairy-tales and lullabies;
our newborn lamb of spring-time sings
of love and hope that now begins
this brand new day where angels\' wings
warm heart and soul all living things
and comfort all who cry;
let winter ring her solstice bells
with summers hearts\' of bluebell, rose and daffodil
with tendril hands more reaching than the stars that guide our ways;
our Christabel now sleeps her love
this troubled world shall rise above.
with new beginning comes
a path to better days;