Little Skylark (the Worsted Wood)

from by S. J. Tucker

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A lullaby gone wrong, sung in the dark forest night by a young lady who is trying not to turn into a tree, while she attempts to lull her own death to sleep.

lyrics

Go to sleep, Little Skylark.
Fly up to the moon
in your biplane of paper and ink.
Your wings creak and croon,
borne aloft by balloons,
and your engine is singing for you.
Go to sleep, Little Skylark, do.

Oh, go to sleep, Little Skylark.
Fly up past the stars
in your biplane of sunshine and ice,
past comets and cars,
past Neptune and Mars.
Still your engine is singing for you.
Go to sleep, Little Skylark, do.

Go to sleep, Little Skylark.
Drift down through the night.
In your biplane of silver and sighs,
slip under the light.
Come down from the heights,
for your mother is singing for you.
Go to sleep, Little Skylark, do.
For your mother is singing for you.
Go to sleep, Little Skylark, do.

credits

from Wonders, released October 1, 2013
Music, guitar foley, vocals, tracking and mixing by S. J. Tucker
Lyrics by Catherynne M. Valente, from The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making; used with permission and blessing.
Owl sounds by KVGarlic; night sounds by LukeIRL; courtesy of Freesound.org

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