Night Song

Evening's coming on

like a lovely buttered scone

Night will soon appear

like a little fish's ear

Then all will be dark

like in the belly of a shark

Evening's nearly here

just like Christmas every year

Soon we'll hit the sack

like a sheepdog coming back

And all will be dark

like in the belly of a shark

And there we will sleep

with the farmer's sheep

And we will be happy

like a soft, new-washed nappy

If we dare to fly

like the swallows in the sky

We will take our rest

with the nestlings in our nest

And all will be dark

like in the belly of a shark

"It doesn't matter

if we fly or if we fall.

We've got each other.

We're doing it together.

That's all that matters."

And there we will sleep

with the farmer's sheep

And we will be happy

like a soft, new-washed nappy