Windows at night shine into mine
Mine glows humbly with the moon
A shadow of some bedroom wall
Is thrown across the yard
Where the garden gets no sunlight till noon

Slim silhouette runs up a tree
Tree bends gently with the weight
Though floorboards creak and walls can shift
Bricks are here to stay
And no matter where you run, the streets are straight

Candle, candle, dim upon my face
Call your light, your child in flight
Back from my pillowcase
Candle, candle, dim upon my face
Call your light, your child in flight
Back from my pillowcase

Wind at the wall howls to the night
Night crawls softly with the hour
The hour