Fringe of Wool
Style: Folk cradle song

[Verse 1]
The wool fringe falls soft over corduroy knees tonight
Trailing down slow like the hush before the last light dims
You curl in close where the lamp burns low and warm
I hold what's small and it steadies me like nothing else has

[Pre-chorus]
Somewhere a clock is folding the hours down to none
Your breathing slows to match the turning of the dark
And I lean in to catch the last small sound

[Chorus]
Sleep now, Abel, the night has room for you
Steady as a table, safe as any stable
You are held here, Abel, closer than a cable
Nothing in the dark tonight will ever touch you

[Verse 2]
The fringe drifts still now, worn soft from other nights like this one
Every thread of it has learned the shape of you by heart
Your small hand finds mine without needing to look for it
I could stay right here and never once think to leave

[Pre-chorus]
Somewhere a clock is folding the hours down to none
Your breathing slows to match the turning of the dark
And I lean in to catch the last small sound

[Chorus]
Sleep now, Abel, the night has room for you
Steady as a table, safe as any stable
You are held here, Abel, closer than a cable
Nothing in the dark tonight will ever touch you

[Bridge]
Rest your whole weight down, there is nowhere you must be
No one else could ever matter more than you do now

[Chorus]
Sleep now, Abel, the night has room for you
Steady as a table, safe as any stable
You are held here, Abel, closer than a cable
Nothing in the dark tonight will ever touch you

[Outro]
The wool fringe settles still across your quiet knees
Sleep on, small one, you are already so deeply loved

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