Written by Aidan Moffat and Bill Wells

The wind will still blow, the world is still turning,
Somewhere exotic the sun is still burning
But here the night‘s falling, and so must we rest,
Your head by my heart gently pressed to my breast

The whispering ocean with tall tales to tell
Is done for the day as he settles his swell

Goodnight, goodnight, oh my children, goodnight
Sleep deeply, sleep safely, my children sleep tight

The flickering stars so impossibly high
Are yawning and waving from far in the sky

And old mother moon with her pale peaceful light,
Keeps watch from above as she sings us goodnight

Goodnight, goodnight, oh my children, goodnight
Sleep deeply, sleep safely, my children sleep tight“