The Fringe of the Blanket
Style: Vibraphone drift

[Verse 1]
Soft little fingers are curling round the fringe of wool tonight
Every thread of this blanket was woven to keep you warm
Nothing can reach you now that the lamp is turned down low
Sleep is already folding its arms around your small yawning form

[Pre-chorus]
Close your eyes now, the house has gone quiet and still
Even the wind outside has stopped to listen at the door
Nothing is waiting for you but a slow and gentle glow

[Chorus]
Shannon, the night has nowhere it needs you to be
You are held here softer than any word could say
Shannon, the dark is only a blanket pulled up high
Nothing will wake you before the kindest part of day

[Verse 2]
Somewhere a clock is ticking slower than it did this morning
Somewhere the wool fringe brushes lightly against your cheek
You do not have to hold on tight to anything but sleep
Rest is the only place that you will need to seek

[Pre-chorus]
Close your eyes now, the house has gone quiet and still
Even the wind outside has stopped to listen at the door
Nothing is waiting for you but a slow and gentle glow

[Chorus]
Shannon, the night has nowhere it needs you to be
You are held here softer than any word could say
Shannon, the dark is only a blanket pulled up high
Nothing will wake you before the kindest part of day

[Bridge]
Every small breath you take is a promise kept until dawn
No one will let go of you before the light returns

[Chorus]
Shannon, the night has nowhere it needs you to be
You are held here softer than any word could say
Shannon, the dark is only a blanket pulled up high
Nothing will wake you before the kindest part of day

[Outro]
Somewhere a small wool fringe is still moving with your breath
Sleep now, you are the softest thing this quiet house has kept

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