Lisa Gerrard Sleep

My attends to you As a mother hears While her children sleep Now look See how they re dreaming The black reciter reads While the children sleep Don t go so Deep in slumber Where you ll shy Know you ll wander In sleep Don t you fly Too far away Some men die Without crying Suffering so long And alone Softly, children Dry your eyes Gently, children Be wise My attends to you As a mother hears All her children s fears So don t cry All will wash away When we pray Soon Soon Soon So if it s okay I ll wait with you