Once upon a quiet night
A cup, a lamp, a book
The cover opens like a gate
The first page clears its throat
I take one sip of garden-gold
And board the story's boat
The first line takes my hand and says
You're safe now, come along
Once upon, once upon
The oldest door of all
Sweeter than the honeycomb
The words that softly call
The tea is warm against my palm
The lamp is warm beside
The chapter names a far-off town
And in we gently ride
The lamb has settled at my feet
A listener by trade
Once upon, once upon
The oldest door of all
Sweeter than the honeycomb
The words that softly call
Every story starts the same:
A person, and a door
And every reading starts the same:
One sip, one page, then more
Mmm... mmm... mmm
Once upon, once upon
The oldest door of all
Sweeter than the honeycomb
The words that softly call
Once upon, once upon
The oldest door of all
Sweeter than the honeycomb
The words that softly call
Once upon a quiet night
The night said: read on, dear
