Sleep (Virtual Choir 2) Eric Whitacre

The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon
Upon my pillow, safe in bed, a thousand pictures fill my head, I cannot sleep, my minds aflight; and yet my limbs seems made of lead

If there are noises in the night, a frightening shadow, Flickering light;If there are noises in the night, in the night

Then I surrender unto sleep, where clouds of dream give second sight
What dreams may come, both dark and deep

Of flying wings and soaring leap?
As I surrender unto sleep
Of flying wings and soaring leap?
As I surrender unto sleep
Of flying wings and soaring leap?
As I surrender unto sleep

Dark and deep
Dark and deep
Dark and deep
Dark, unto sleep

Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Sleep