Lullaby For A Stormy Night from http://yupkigirl.vox.com/
The nice thing about a new job is that it sometimes affords you some breathing room, just enough time to say "hi" to old friends. It's with that breathing room that I got the chance to talk to my friend, Marie. And in the course of our conversation, she passed on the link to this song to me. (love you for that Marie!)
The song's by Vienna Teng, a Taiwanese American singer and pianist. This is my first time to hear of her, or her works, but I am definitely looking her up already.
I've spent the last few hours at the office listening to the song on repeat.
Lullaby for a Stormy Night
little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight
little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight
and someday you'll know
that nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me
falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand
makes the beautiful world that you'll see
in the morning
little child, be not afraid
though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight
little child, be not afraid
though wind makes creatures of our trees
and their branches to hands, they're not real, understand
and I am here tonight
for you know, once even I was a
little child, and I was afraid
but a gentle someone always came
to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears
and to give a kiss goodnight
well now I am grown
and these years have shown
that rain's a part of how life goes
but it's dark and it's late
so I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close
and I hope that you'll know...
everything's fine in the morning
the rain'll be gone in the morning
but I'll still be here in the morning
Somehow, the melody and the lyrics give that warm, comforting feeling of being under a blankie, or of being held tight. (Better yet, of both.)
and I am here tonight
I sing it for the little ones, and the little-big ones, with a prayer that I take care of them well. And with a little kindess, I sing it to myself.
everything's fine in the morning
the rain'll be gone in the morning
but I'll still be here in the morning
