Tender is the night

Blanketing the world

Tender is the wind

Playing with my lock curled

Tender is the sound

Of the happy crickets

Tender are the trees

Talking with the owlets

There's the moon and there's the star

Shining brightly like a burning hearth

But so small and dainty they are

How will they light half the earth?

There isn't any light in this Styx

Yet it seems that night is glowing

Maybe it's the eternal glow of Nyx

Maybe it's another secret of the Universe

There's music in the silence 

Of this infinite stretch of nothingness

This is the sweetest solitude

Far from the depressing loneliness

Tender is the shining moon

Tender are the twinkling stars

Tender is the night bird's croon

Tender is the dark sky

Maybe that's why we fall asleep

In the dark and the quiet

Night's tender hands stroke our heads

And coax us into the fancy griot