Lullaby of the Moths

Hush now, do not cry 
A crystal teardrop from your eye 
The men would have to die 
To stop this lullaby 
And when the song is done 
The dead of night will have just begun 
A thousand birds will fly down 
And plant your teardrops under the ground 

Do you hear the planets sing? 
We will fly on a moth's wing 
Up to where there is no sound 
While your tears grow under the ground