The Lamp Turned Low
Style: Flute and pad

[Verse 1]
The lamp is turned low and it pools on the floor like honey
laying a circle of gold where your small dreams can play
and nothing can touch you while that quiet light is with you
so rest now, my Freya, and drift to the end of the day

[Pre-chorus]
The house settles down into shadows so soft and so slow
and the warmth of this room is a promise that's simple to keep
so let your eyes close now and follow that low golden glow

[Chorus]
Freya, the night is a blanket that's holding you steady
nothing will stir here, no reason at all to be scared
you are the calm in this house, little Freya, already
loved in the hush of this light, in this warmth, in this air

[Verse 2]
Somewhere the wind may be turning the leaves in the darkness
but here in this room it can't reach you, it can't ever stay
the floorboards are warm where the low lamp is spilling its stillness
and you are the softest thing breathing at the end of the day

[Bridge]
Sleep isn't far and it's not something to be feared
it's only this room growing quiet and near
and you are the reason this evening feels clear
held safe in the glow till the morning appears

[Chorus]
Freya, the night is a blanket that's holding you steady
nothing will stir here, no reason at all to be scared
you are the calm in this house, little Freya, already
loved in the hush of this light, in this warmth, in this air

[Outro]
The lamp will stay low while the whole house is sleeping
still watching you softly, still keeping you warm

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