I gaze up at the Narnian sky

And wonder at the One

Who made the stars that shine above

And loves us, every one.

The sounds of night tickle my ears

I hear the arguing trees—

The oaks and the birches—

As they sway along in the breeze.

I listen to the tricking brook

And the whisps of talking beasts—

Horses, cats, and mice who lull

Their children fast asleep.

To the West, I hear a roar!

And standing up, I see

The great and loving Aslan

Who takes a stroll with me.