Собака во дворе притихла

Little eyes are heavy now. Stars are waking up somehow. Moonlight settling on the floor. You are safe behind this door. Hush-a-bye and go to sleep. Softly counting little sheep. Dreaming in the quiet night. Holding every fading light. Wind is whispering through the trees. Cradled in the evening breeze. Blanket warm and pillows deep. Drifting down the road to sleep. Hush-a-bye and go to sleep. Softly counting little sheep. Dreaming in the quiet night. Holding every fading light. Little eyes are