In the morning, sun is bright
Obviously the end of night.
Sand is cool, air is sweet
There's no hint of the heat
That the afternoon will bring.
Light so bright your ears will ring
After noon the people sleep,
Within their makeshift walls so deep.
Evening comes and people rise
Far away you hear the cries
Harpers singing songs of old
Far into the night's deep cold.
Once again they turn their heads
And fall asleep in their own beds.