Princesses

Sleep tight princesses
And play your whispered dreams
Wyverns weep to hear you play
And sing a choral harmony.

Pick up your fiddle and lute
Pick up your lamb drum and dresses
As you dance so beautifully,
Preform so care free.
But the night is drawing on
And the sun casts out his rod
To reel in the moon and the stars,
Guides to the golden streams.

So, sleep tight princesses
And play your whispered dreams
Wyverns weep to hear you play
And sing a choral harmony.
They hark for the golden
Rays that shine in day.
They whimper like worms
And shout "Sing for sun!"
As they know the fisherman's yellow.

Your voices are thunder with butterfly wings
Your tongues are double edged swords.
The fisherman hums to the sound of your songs
And smiles at the light you draw on.
The shadows are dancing as marionettes
To the beats of your lamb skin drum
Spiraling onward and telling of tales
Of tigers eye, onyx and gold.

The Fishmerman's yellow and helping you on
Reeling in those who would love you,
Clapping along to the beautiful fiddle,
Lute and lamb skin drum.
Oh, the music was divine
Of onyx, gold and tigers eye.
Oh, the music was divine
Of onyx, gold and tigers eye.

Sleep tight, princesses
play your whispered dreams
Wyverns weep to hear you play
And sing a choral harmony.
Goodnight, princesses,
Dream of peaceful lives.
For wyverns weep to see you hurt,
Onyx, gold and tigers eye.