An African Lullaby

Come closer, come hear the song I must sing this night
Come let us sit under the mango, let us enjoy the moonlight,
The sweet breeze brings memories, like the quiet riverside
Which flows freely, running in peaceful haste thru the wild

The cold day took her toil on our strength
But the night fire hands us some warmth
Lean back, let me pull your hairs again
Close your eyes now and just listen

Listen to my croaky voice sing of the cute little Nightingale,
And of the Rose flower which blushed for the Blue whale
Nothing paints more pictures but a pretty imagination
Now close your eyes, imagine me singing an old song

”Once upon a time…!” that must be the sound of sleep
Alas, do not retire yet, my stories are a generous heap
The tales which you fancy most when the moon is half
And the song where the moon got eaten by the tall giraffe

It’s a Good Night from here…