The end of the world is a windy place
Where the eagle builds her nest of lace
I rock you asleep in the cradle of end
Listen, baby, to the wind
The end of the world is a broken glass
Where the goldfish swim in the rosy grass
I rock you asleep in the cradle of slow
Listen, baby, to the snow
The end of the world is the shadowed cowl
Of one whose eyes are like the owl's
I rock you asleep in the cradle of flight
Listen, baby, to the night