Still waters at night in the darkest of dark      but you rise as white as the birch tree's bark.     Or a pale wolf in winter  you look down and shiver at still waters at night.                Your eyes are as black as the blackness you're fearing    and yonder a bridge and a voice within hearing.    Come walk on me  softly  look down and you'll see still waters at night.                You've reason to fear  there is no protection   but a garland of emeralds  and a moonlit reflection   of a boat in the distance  will the devil take  his chance at still waters at night.            So dance me a small dance and the night cannot hurt you  nor the waters be silent nor the emeralds desert you.   For the boat's full of bright  scarves  and wild hats among them  songs of the vagabond  it's to you he has sung them and shattered the silence  of still waters at (Outro) night.