Mystery of the Night

Before I lay me down to sleep I like to count the stars Rather than count the sheep The sky is pitch black All stars are shining bright I like to look at them To look at them all night The beauty of the sky The mystery of the dark The moon that looks at me And smiling all the night I see a shooting star I quickly make my wish I wish for you to come And give me simple kiss The sky is pitch black And stars are shining more I think of you all night It’s you I’m waiting for