Keep the night from coming in

In all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water, water in
But though I tried so hard, my little darling
I couldn't keep the night from coming in

In all those lonely nights down by the river
Brought me bread and water, kith and kin
Now in the quiet hour, when I am sleeping
I cannot keep the night from coming in.

— Joanna Newsom, Cosmia