Day went away, slamming the door.
The night has climbed on the swing
; Swinging the moon up and down ;
Spreading gossip and sorrow around.
"Whispering sadness in the night,
Scaring the butterflies with the light,
With the rustling of faded leaves.
Speaks to the past.
Dawn knocks on the window;
Soon the bird will cackle,
And the swing will be empty again
And the sorrows will dissolve
And the doors will open again!!!
