Do watch and listen to Sleep. It's a piece of a dreamlike quality, not easy to sing because of the breath control required. I performed it many times with my choir in Exeter, and it always moved the audience.
Sleep
The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head;
I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head.
I cannot sleep, my mind's aflight;
And yet my limbs seem made of lead.
If there are noises in the night,
A frighting shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep,
Where clouds of dreams give second sight.
What dreams may come, both dark and deep,
Of flying wings and soaring leap?
As I surrender unto sleep.
Sleep.
Mmmmmmmm. Just... lovely.
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