In a sycamore grove her body lays
The emerald leaves are fading, falling to their graves
Night has bleached her skin, the suns gone underground
Her heavy head is weary, just waiting to lay down
Goodnight my precious child
Go on shut your angel eyes
If a raging storm should stir you in the night
I will be there when you rise
Through southern winds and winters cold
If ever you should need me, I'll never let you go
And as sleep settles in, and dreams take flight
I promise I'll protect you from these bandits in the night
Goodnight my precious child
Go on shut your angel eyes
If a raging storm should stir you in the night
I will be there when you rise