Pre-1980 Poetry & Lyrics       by Rob Krabbe

The Watchman Of The Night

1976

High above the surface

Hung in vacant skies

Lost in deafening silence

The deepest of my cries

It’s so cold here, deep in the circle

White and white, and as bright as night to me

A cast away of my own making

Into a world so quiet and serine

And I know, that most will never know,

The kind of peace there is up here.

Complete and consuming,

Deathly unnerving.

I just want someone I can hold.

So lonely I could scream.

I just want someone I can hold.

Someone, someone.

Someone, who’ll understand the reason that my sanity is fading,

Fading away . . . and yet they stay.

Sleep well my pretty babies.

I am the watchman of the night.

Sleep well my little darlings.

Your safe and comfortable, this night,

And till the morning light,

I am the watchman of the night.

In the year 2039, I was cold and hungry,

No one left in the city for a man of machine.

I sit here endlessly, miles above the city,

A gun at my head, yet sworn to keep the peace.

This is my world, king of all I see,

No one will want what I have been born to be.

So pull the blanket up tonight,

I’ll monitor the moments till the light,

In my panoramic, I see,

There’s not a rocket trail in sight.

Although if you don’t mind,

I’m just so very alone,

I promise you’ll never know,

So,

I’ll just watch you while you sleep.

Sleep well my pretty babies.

I am the watchman of the night.

Sleep well my little darlings.

Your safe and comfortable, this night,

And till the morning light,

I am the watchman of the night.