The sun had painted Patterns on your face As you breathed Sunday air You rolled onto My open arm I became your pillow; you let me smooth your hair
I will sing you morning lullabies You are beautiful and peaceful this way I know you have to close your eyes on everyone Let me help you, I'll sing you to sleep With morning lullabies (Ingrid Michaelson)
so nice! ... its like seeing a song .. ( beside that .. the blue leaves are an exelent touch also about the poem ( is a poem right?) of Ingrid Michaelason .. reminds me the song of Nigthwish: sleeping sun.