As I lay down this night to sleep,
I place this basket at your feet.
It is filled with my sorrows and dreams,
for you to weave with golden seams.
And when the morning light has shown,
I will wrap in the cloak that you have sewn.
A cloak to protect and keep me warm,
to hold and keep me from all harm.
When the death of night has come and
light engulfs the lands,
Again I will don the cloak you have sewn
with your gentle hands.