The end of night is whispering The end of night is whispering The end of night is whispering The end of night is whispering Till the morning breath colors the hill Hear nothing though I listen carefully Till the morning breath colors the hill Hear nothing though I listen carefully My eyes are starting to get ready to take the light My eyes are starting to let the light come inside Ready now... Bird takes in water and sings back the song she just had learned Night dew that colors the forest Pictures the glowing look in the sun Inside the deep fog The flower white as snow holds its breath You will wave your hand to someone That you met inside of your dream A bell is ringing in distance A bell is ringing in distance Yes, this is the end of night... A bell is ringing in distance A bell is ringing in distance Yes, this is the end of night...