Goodnight

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.