For the wee one will walk the water
Gon wake the water
Gon shake thon waters woke
Will the winds to whip the waters
Will the winds to whip the water
Where the deep hums thick with sleep
Can never know creation's heat
Sleep will not be broke
Will the waters to wet or not their heads
Still below the wings
Or swollen at the fringes of sunken things
Fringed with all the colours of things scorching
Whip the lights from all the skies above
To crack down through the undertow
And spark in all the churn below
And warn the wee one walking on the waters
Tap the talking of the tides
On the rocks on either side
Tap the talking of the tides out
On the rocks on either side
Of where thon wee one is walking the waters