The Waters and the Wild

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