I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the brow-beating light While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves, and the bright Brighter shine It's my shine And he Was a baby abandoned Entombed in a cradle of clay And I was the soul who took pity and stole him away
And gave him the form of a faun to inhabit by day Brightest day It's my day And you Have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child To abduct and abuse And to render her rift and defiled But the river is deep to the banks and the water is wild I will fly you To the far side