Quiet now; quiet now baby
You move on cushioned feet
The sound that calls to all
Will rock my baby to sleep.
The quiet sounds with the moonlight
Are rising over the shore
They whisper the songs of tomorrow
Their footsteps are at your door.
They call you; they call us in whispers
They say you are crying in tears
So dry your tears and calm your fears
Come sing the sounds of song.
The quiet light of the sunshine
Is rising over the shore
The song of the morning chorus
The bird calls out for more.
Today they hide at the river
Tomorrow they fly by your door
Their footsteps follow the pathway,
Along the braided shore.
Their message is clear and quiet
On wings that sweep the air
High above they fly toward
the sky where the wind,
Yes…the wind will find you there.
Go wash your feet in the water
While the chorus shouts out for more.
Life will call, as life will come
Knocking at your door.
The birds fly about in the morning
On wings that lightly soar
I’ll find you and you’ll find me
Knocking; knocking at your door.
The early morning has taken
you away from the deep.
Turn your face toward the wonders
Cast off all thoughts of sleep.
Baby goes to the High Country
Baby cries the blues.
He sees those mountains rising
Baby learns their tunes.
Mick’s lullaby from the High Country Background photo: Sheep Shed below the Nevis in Southland by Mari Hill Harpur