A Blanket of Diamonds

Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory, Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams, Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry, Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream. Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams, And filling the night with a kind of black magic, Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream. The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam. And filling the night with a kind of black magic, Lavishing peace underneath a celestial shroud, The smooth lakes and soft moon flowers gleam, As a whispering wind blows, and birds sing loud. Lavishing peace underneath a celestial shroud, Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry- As a whispering wind blows, and birds sing loud, Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory!