I’d love to sing in the morning night

When it’s dark outside but morning over the hill 

I wake up and think to myself what is it like over the hill

I’d love to get up and sing all night, but it’s night and it’s dark outside

When I look over the hill I see the sun and I wonder why it is light there, it’s always dark here

I’ve never seen the light I need to see what it is like over the hill, what is the gleam? 

I need to know why it’s light, what’s the thing that’s glowing so? 

My godmother says we don’t want light, we must enjoy the dark

The house is gleam, she grew some teeth, and now she’s a bat. 

I need to leave I’m growing teeth

The disease is spreading, what will happen if I touch light? 

How will I live? 

What am I? 

I go outside and touch the light my hand begins to burn.

I sing my song and I come alive

I no longer burn

Thank you song I’ve sung again, you’ve helped me live 

The song of the morning night