The village is quiet tonight
Sing soft and sweet a lullaby to rest the children’s eyes
Fruits in season and flowers are bright
The village is quiet tonight
We had fields and valleys
I had a man who loved me
I understood the things around me
As things of beauty
I heard his horse running from miles away
I saw his son chasing behind him as if he would stay
And right then I could see the people gather ‘round
This child they were shinin’ their lights on
We had fields and valleys
I had a man who loved me
I understood the things around me
As things of beauty
We hide away in the boxes of a basement
As undeveloped film
I’ll climb up the ladder to my dark room
My dark room attic