Sleep On - Glass Hammer

Sadly they howl, the bitter wind blows

Hopes are but dreams that melt as winter snows

Yet here they loom, as the dread grows

Grim, and arrayed in dismal phantom rows;

Sleep on dreamer

Sweetly they sing upon the night air

Running their hands through my golden hair

I am a slave to their promises

My hopes are ever calling

Sleep on dreamer

They come as lovers and they come as dreary

Heralds of woe

Should I follow, should I go

Sleep on dreamer