Still of the night
	By: Lady Silver Yarrow
		I hear you crying In the still of the night Weeping so softly You may think No one hears But one of your children Does hear you, Great Mother I hear you, weeping Softly to yourself I know why you weep For I weep as well For those who do not understand or hear your words You shall be alone no more For now I cry,  Great mother We shall cry together In the still of the night.