Still stone table and mane no more,
in darkness, Lucy, you're weeping now,
so scared that the Witch has won the war.
Lucy, Lucy, hush now.
This is how I will bring him
back to you, perfected within.
Lucy, let my sacrifice tuck you in.
Though I'm gone, I'll sing you to sleep
with the memories of what has been.
Lucy, I have read and known
every incantation and rhyme,
sacred words stretching beyond the dawn of time.
Sweet dreams, Lucy, sweet dreams!
Maybe they won't come tonight, but,
they will come as sure as the sun beams.
Lucy, there is a time for all to cry,
and there is also a time when I
dry every tear from their eyes.
Lucy, here is hope no one can kill!
Lucy, close your eyes, and rest,
for there is a deeper magic still.
