The Wool Fringe Swaying
Style: Humming choir

[Verse 1]
The oak chair rocks so slowly with its fringe against your arm
Warm as the hush that settles when the whole wide house goes still
Nothing tonight will find you, nothing here can bring you harm
Close your eyes and let the quiet carry you where it will

[Pre-chorus]
Somewhere a clock is ticking soft and low behind the wall
Somewhere the wind is turning gentle circles round the eaves
Sleep is already reaching out to answer when you call

[Chorus]
Anna, the night has wrapped its arms so warm around this room
Nothing will wake you, nothing will call you back from rest
Deep in the dark the softest kind of comfort starts to bloom
Anna, you are the safest thing that this old house has blessed

[Verse 2]
Watch how the fringe keeps swinging even after hands go still
Time moves so slowly here that it forgets to move at all
Sleep is a small boat drifting gently down a quiet hill
You are the reason every light stays low along the hall

[Chorus]
Anna, the night has wrapped its arms so warm around this room
Nothing will wake you, nothing will call you back from rest
Deep in the dark the softest kind of comfort starts to bloom
Anna, you are the safest thing that this old house has blessed

[Bridge]
Rest now, the whole world can wait outside this door till morning
Nothing but stillness is asked of you, nothing but sleep

[Chorus]
Anna, the night has wrapped its arms so warm around this room
Nothing will wake you, nothing will call you back from rest
Deep in the dark the softest kind of comfort starts to bloom
Anna, you are the safest thing that this old house has blessed

[Outro]
Somewhere the oak chair settles, its fringe grown still and slow
Sleep now, you are held here, and held here you will stay

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