The pike of night she lays a starry roe, Under which the village sleeps. And the creatures prowling the parameter Are only ever inside. Forgo the night Forgo the night Forgo the night Forgo the night The cool air it tells of wedding bells The fields are high at harvest time. They are the ones we do not talk about. Hooded in bright red. Forgo the night Forgo the night Forgo the night Forgo the night