As the moon hugs the earth, a mother hugs a child
She tucks him into bed to sing for a while
The child is tired and sleeps through the night,
Goodnight my young child, goodnight, good night
The sound is made round to a young humming bird
Who is listening to a song only to be heard
By those who are willing to sleep through the night
Goodnight my young child, goodnight, goodnight
She sings, and the tune is carried throughout
a humming bird nest to a raccoon lookout
Her raccoons are happy to sleep through the night
Goodnight my young child, goodnight, goodnight.
