In a land where shadows roam,
Lies a shroud, like a gentle home.
With threads of silver, woven tight,
It blankets dreams in the softest light.
Oh, the shroud, with its soothing song,
In its embrace, we all belong.
In the realm of dreams, we'll peacefully lay,
In the shroud's gentle sway.
Through the night, it softly sighs,
Brushing worries from our eyes.
With every breath, a whispering breeze,
Guiding us to tranquil ease.
Oh, the shroud, with its soothing song,
In its embrace, we all belong.
In the realm of dreams, we'll peacefully lay,
In the shroud's gentle sway.
As the stars twinkle in the sky,
The shroud's lullaby will gently fly.
With dreams of wonder, far and wide,
We'll journey on, side by side.