I know there are things you cannot tell me in the evening,
When the shadows lengthen, chasing out the light:
Then, for the trembling to be quelled,
My baby must be held,
Still, I wish you didnít just need me in the nightÖ
And, when the morning sun has chased your nightmares all away,
And has put an end to your nocturnal flight,
Fortified by light,
You donít need me in your sight:
Oh, babe, how come you only need me in the night?
So, baby, baby, hold me through this morning,
And Tiny, wonít you stay until twilight?
Please donít go away,
If I donít make it through the day
Oh baby, howíre you going to make it through the night?