We are the children from grave but some get over that Count our blessing Better than that buy a hat, buy a coat, or pet Take up dancing We shall not sing a sad song we could sing happy song When the darkness comes down We've seen better in the dark, we don't need a light All we need is here... We're ghost forms (of) fright We have driven sleep from eyes away The giant trees are bending The storm fast decending We don't care just keep singing Sleep sleep you are all sleep Little sorrow sit and weep Secret joys and secret smiles Little pretty infant wiles From your cheek and from your eyes You're the youthful harvest night When your little heart awake Then the dreadful lighting breaks