Lay down for the night.

The sun goes down

the gentle wind howl.

Through the dense trees,

darkness approaches.

Who says that fear exists

in the dark woods of the night.

When its just birds in their nests

and bats in their cave.

Surely no fear they bring,

just the silent night of their own

and the sweet repose

in the home of the wild.

Now my child, do not be afraid.

Lay down and rest your head.

Tomorrow, the sun you will see

and the butterfly you shall see.

Now child lay down,

lay down for the night.