Lay down
Your sweet and weary head
Night is falling
You have come to the journey's end.
Sleep now
Dream of the ones who came before
They are calling
From across a distant shore

Why do you weep
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see
All of your fears will pass away

Safe in my arms,
You're only sleeping

What can you see?
On the horizon
Why do the white gulls call?

Across the sea
The pale moon rises
The ships have come
To carry you home...

And all will turn to silver glass
A light on the water
All souls pass

Home fades into the world of night.
Through the shadows
Falling out of memory and time

Don't say we have come to the end.
Now white shores are calling
You and I will meet again.


~Fran Walsh