The night has fallen gently and the sun, for now, is gone;
The Great Conductor lifts His hand to wave His gold baton.

The perfect orchestration brings the music of the spheres;
A chorus streaming merrily that all of Heaven hears.

The stars are shiny silver bells that ring a happy tune,
And joining in this lovely song, their choirmate, the moon.

The angels add their purest sounds into this jubilee,
As planets whir around them in a perfect harmony.

The Great Conductor whispers that they've never missed a beat,
To keep their music flawless is no ordinary feat.

So every night, as darkness falls, He waves His gold baton,
To lead their joyful songs of praise until the break of dawn.