Night Clouds

The ghosts of night drift on the wind,
Skittishly slipping by
Between the treetops and the stars.
The ghosts of the night sky.

The ghosts of night drift on the wind
Secret and hushed they fly;
Whispering songs to the stars they pass.
The ghosts of the night sky.

The ghosts of the night drift on the wind;
Whisking by, fleet and spry,
Sharing no secrets with the earth.
The ghosts of the night sky.