The Lady draws her velvet cloak
around the world.
~The Night has come~
She starts her nightly journey
across the sky.
~The Night is young~
On silent wings she flys
to her lover's arms.
~The Night has come~
A brief embrace, and then the race
is over for a time.
~The Night passes~
Ol' Sol we call him, breaks the horizon
leaving his Lady behind.
~The Night is done~
