from cradle, where we lay and laugh br into an open grave br been lull for a deep sleep br the earth contributed br his clay and stone br to make you lay wurm br even the strawling flowers br falls for perfect fragrance br but to you, goodnight br you say. br the little bird br leaves his cradle nest br to beak for food br but come back no more br as the eagle stalk br to it prey br through it long journey.