Down in the garden, there's a swinging seed Beside the river and the trees You hold my hands, we sing a song We watch the shadows growing long And count the gently falling leaves Aurora borealis came our way To paint the sky with crimson light We felt the wonder of such love And reached up to the stars above To touch the gently falling light The moon is rising over the river now And music falling from the trees And for a moment, time is slow There is nowhere you have to go And now you gently fall asleep His feathers for your covering Under the shadow of his wing There is no fear of anything His feathers for your covering Under the shadow of his wing There is no fear of anything