In winter homes we sigh Beneath the leaves sing 'I need some meaning in a twinkling' And maples glow as white Prospective sweets and light Sons are bringing in the yeildings There is reading before sleeping Nighttime where we are And you covered in plain clothes Sewing neat, careful designs But what makes you so fearful? Wear a coat to cover you Sing songs to cover you
Sing unicornucopia in my dreams Unicornucopia is what I sing
And we read for the hours Our books become as lamps For retreating to our dreamings The stove brings warmth for doubts The Lord brings us about To the work of His own keeping Part of you speaks, 'do you need me'? Midnight where we are And you float for an instant Through the quarters of an hour Wood clocks play songs by instinct Turn while hearing words for just you Spoken to remind you
Sing unicornucopia in my dreams Unicornucopia is what I sing
If for an hour For a moment How fleeting this will be Glances are traded for warmth In the presence of suffering Morning where we are And dewdrops lay as mountains By the kettle on the hearth But half of me is uncertain Then an old familiar light Keeps me at rest 'till nightfall
Sing unicornucopia in my dreams Unicornucopia what I sing
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