Outside, the world sighs
Grumbles, laments and cries.
Inside quiet he lies:
The Watcher of the Skies.
The night is our eyes,
Sleep not through its dark guise.
Awaiting starry rise:
The Watcher of the Skies.
Cool breeze, water dries
Whose drama never dies?
Silently he replies:
The Watcher of the Skies.
Blue heaven soon flies
Stars give way, night’s demise.
Time to rest, then reprise:
The Watcher of the Skies.