Down through the night

(Brock) As we spin through the night With ever increasing might Down down and down Down down and down Returning volumes of sound Into the blackness we drown Round round and round Round round and round As we lay in our sleep The appointment we keep Down down and down Down down and down Only the rushing is heard Onward flies the bird Deep deep and deep Must we sink in our sleep Down down and down Returning volumes of sound As we spin through the night