When the wind blows,

And the rain rains,

And you know the dark hour will come.

Don’t fear my dear,

For I will be there

And I will take you home.

When the hour comes,

When all is still and silent,

And you are full of fear.

You needn’t be afraid,

For I will take you home,

To all that for you is dear.

When you are finally home,

It will be night,

And you will go to sleep.

In the morning,

When you wake,

No more will you weep.

(by my 10-year-old daughter, Lusia)