The midnight hour has come and gone
Darkness rules where sun once shone
Morning waits to greet the dawn
Through the journey of the night
Flowers sleep with heads bowed low
Leaves, they rustle to and fro
The westward wind begins to blow
Through the journey of the night
Silence sweeps the dale and lea
Birds are resting in the tree
Children sleep contentedly
Through the journey of the night
Owl hunts with stealth and guile
Foxes roam for many a mile
Death is in the air awhile
Through the journey of the night
Darkness starts to fade away
Blackened skies now turn to grey
The sun begins to make its way
Through the journey of the night
Morning breaks as dawn is spun
Sky is blue beneath the sun
But darkness, soon, it will return
Through the journey of the night
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