Hallow the night, for she's your saviour,
When rain comes coldly deep within.
Hallow her hands, her mending touches,
Hallow her blood, her tears, her skin.
She doesn't answer when you're talking,
She doesn't sob nor sigh at all.
But she will watch each path you're walking,
And she will catch you if you fall.
Hallow the minutes of the morning,
The dawn before she says goodbye.
And hear the whispers, silent warning,
They are around, you can't deny.
Hallow the night, she is an angel,
Hallow the moon, the stars that shine,
For she is dew on midnight meadows,
But midnight winds can ne'er be thine.
When rain comes coldly deep within.
Hallow her hands, her mending touches,
Hallow her blood, her tears, her skin.
She doesn't answer when you're talking,
She doesn't sob nor sigh at all.
But she will watch each path you're walking,
And she will catch you if you fall.
Hallow the minutes of the morning,
The dawn before she says goodbye.
And hear the whispers, silent warning,
They are around, you can't deny.
Hallow the night, she is an angel,
Hallow the moon, the stars that shine,
For she is dew on midnight meadows,
But midnight winds can ne'er be thine.