Over sa-geu-rack the sound of a millet pillow,
Dal-dal-dal the sound of momís sewing machine
Lullabying baby sister.
Itís ok sleeping alone early
†Mom ín dad watching over her
†Dancing cranes in the clouds bed.
†Riding on the pink checker board
visiting the wild flowers
in their cozy cracks in the rocks
†Butterflies are accompanying
Gentle waves humming a greeting.
The crystal ball teaches her
how to say the magic word
to enter her wonderland.
As the sun rises
loosing itís power
tired ín lazy, hide and fall asleep
in its forgotten secret universe.
Baby sister looks ín finds it
under her feet
for next trip.