A Magic on the House

There’s a magic on the house
When the babies are asleep,
When they’re tightly bundled up
In the depths of downy deep,
When through all the hours of night
From the bedroom door ajar
Comes their steady sound of breathing,
Like a murmuring from afar
Of the sea within a shell
From some distant coral bar.

Did you hear the rain?

Did you hear the rain last night
Tapping on the window pane,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you hear the rain?

Did you see the lightning flash
White against my bedroom door,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you hear him roar?

Did you hear the night owl cry
Over by the garden wall,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you hear him call?

Did you see the waning moon
Shine upon my bed of pine,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you see him shine?

Did you see the shooting star
Fall to earth across the night,
Asking me to let him in,
Did you see his flight?

No, I slept the whole night through,
Nothing heard and nothing saw,
Laughed and played on other shores,
Dreamt and nothing more.
July 1980