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 a 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