The tired sun lay down its head and quietly went to bed.
The sleepy moon stretched and yawned and rose up from the great beyond.
She cast her spell across the sky and on the clouds that drifted by.
She weaved her cloth o'er the land and calmed it with her gentle hand.
And with a sweet and gentle kiss, the tender words she said were this:
Good night, house, so full of love,
I send you kisses from above
That all who rest and dwell inside
Will not be tossed by the tide
But will weather any storm,
And will stay snug and dry and warm.