The end of night

The end of night is whispering

Till the morning breath colors the hill
Hear nothing though I listen carefully

Till the morning breath colors the hill
Hear nothing though I listen carefully

My eyes are starting to get ready to take the light
My eyes are starting to let the light come inside
Ready now...

Bird takes water
and sings back the song she just had learned
Night dew that colors the forest
Pictures the glowing look in the sun
Inside the deep fog
The flower white as snow holds its breath
You will wave your hand to someone
That you met inside of your dream

A bell is ringing in distance　A bell is ringing in distance
Yes, this is the end of night...

A bell is ringing in distance　A bell is ringing in distance
Yes, this is the end of night...