Cascading red hair,
eyes sparkling blue.
Gently she rests her head,
as this day is through.
Nightfall comes,
yet still she remains the same.
A sparkling burning ember
of the heart's flame.
Warming us by day,
Even when moons high,
Surely when tomorrow comes,
her light fills the sky.
So when the nightfall comes,
may you rest your weary head.
Gently on your pillow,
cozy in your bed.
For in the morning the birds
will sing,
And tell you of her coming,
for sunshine she will bring,
And we will begin again,
 hearts full of warming.

Written by Liza Lambertini