In Italy's heart, where cypress trees preside, The creatures of the night, begin their gentle stride. The stars appear, like diamonds in the sky, As the world is wrapped, in a peaceful, Tuscan sigh. The hillside villages, they softly sleep, Their ancient stones, a testament to secrets deep. The bears snuggle deep, in their cozy dens so strong, The foxes curl up, in their bushy beds all night long. The birds roost high, in their treetop nests so fine, As the world is filled, with a peaceful, sleepy time. The wind whispers low, through leaves so bright, A lullaby, on this peaceful, starry Italian night. The moon's soft light, illuminates the way, For a peaceful night's rest, in Italy's gentle sway. So close your eyes, and rest your head, May la dolce vita, be your gentle bed. Goodnight, dear one, may your dreams be sweet, May the gentle rustle of leaves, be the last sound you meet. May your heart be filled, with peace and calm, And may your rest, be refreshing and balm.