Joan Murray - Lullaby lyrics

Sleep, little architect. It is your mother's wish That you should lave your eyes and hang them up in dreams. Into the lowest sea swims the great s**m fish. If I should rock you, the whole world would rock within my arms. Your father is a greater architect than even you. His structure falls between high Venus and far Mars. He rubs the magic of the old and then peers through The blueprint where lies the night, the plan the stars. You will place mountains too, when you are grown. The gra** will not be so insignificant, the stone so dead. You will spiral up the mansions we have sown. Drop your lids, little architect. Admit the bats of wisdom into your head.