O chariot of insect O crown of wind Two royal leopards Run with him On a golden lead Of tapered vine O the blood sky O the blood sky Wine of a God Coupling wild O golden seed Who made the Winged child
Run,run my little one Run out to sea Run,run my little one What do you seek?
The canvas is high The scheme of a life Written in the wind The pen,the knife
Run,run my little one Breathe a hymn Breathe my little one A hymn to him To him The master is calling
The canvas is high The scheme of a life Written in the wind The pen,the knife
Run,run out to sea Run my little one What do you seek?
If you were his eyes If you were his dreams The whole of the sky Could not contain you
So run,run out to sea Run my little one Breathe a hymn for him For thee
