Wings at the Window
Style: Harp lullaby

[Verse 1]
A small wing taps the lamp glass out beyond the ivy vine
The garden folds its shadows in and settles for the night
You're wrapped up warm where nothing sharp or cold can reach your spine
Sleep is close and calling soft, so gentle and so right

[Chorus]
Maeve, the dark is only velvet drawn across the sill
Every moth that circles home is dreaming of your rest
Close your eyes, Maeve, and let the whole wide house go still
You are the warmest light of all, you are the very best

[Verse 2]
The ivy holds the porch light gently in its climbing hands
No harm can find you here beneath this quiet sheltered eave
Somewhere past the hedges soft the falling darkness lands
And nothing in the whole wide night has come to make you grieve

[Pre-chorus]
Hush now, let the humming wings grow slower than before
Feel the warmth pooled underneath the blanket at your feet
There's nothing you need reach for, nothing you need more

[Chorus]
Maeve, the dark is only velvet drawn across the sill
Every moth that circles home is dreaming of your rest
Close your eyes, Maeve, and let the whole wide house go still
You are the warmest light of all, you are the very best

[Bridge]
Softer now than wingbeats, softer than the porch light's hum
Nothing in this whole wide night could ever wish you harm

[Chorus]
Maeve, the dark is only velvet drawn across the sill
Every moth that circles home is dreaming of your rest
Close your eyes, Maeve, and let the whole wide house go still
You are the warmest light of all, you are the very best

[Outro]
The last small wing has folded now against the sleeping vine
Sleep on, Maeve, you are held, you are entirely mine

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