Come away, oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a fairy hand-in-hand
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand
Where dips the rocky highland of Sleuth Wood in the Lake
Oh there lies a leafy island where the flapping heron wakes
Where she'll never feel the rubble's kiss upon her shoeless feet
Or see the beauty of a winter's night while sleeping on the street
Where the wave of moonlight glosses all the dim, grey sands with light
Oh we'll weave our olden dances 'til the moon has taken flight
Where she'll never feel the tight embrace of hunger and of shame
As she queues and waits for handouts, not a penny to her name
Where the wandering water gushes from the hills above Glen Carr
In the pools among the rushes that scarce could bathe a star
Where she'll never hear the greeting from the muzzle of a gun
Or see the blossom of explosions as the dust obscures the sun
Come away, oh human child
To the waters and the wild
With a fairy hand-in-hand
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand
