The ivy climbs, the dusk takes flight,
It wraps you in a robe of light.
The shadows bow, the hours fall,
And crown your glow above it all.

The roses hush, the stars obey,
They fold their shine to mark your way.
The world grows still, the night turns mild,
Before the earth’s most radiant child.

The stones once cracked now shine anew,
They find their strength by holding you.
Though time had carved them deep and long,
They hum again a tender song.