If I saw your face in the bubbling stream,
Would I see your eyes clod-streaked in the skies?
O Mother why do I sit in tears
Wishing I could hear your voice in my ear?
If I held your hand in the still water,
Would you tell to me the secrets of your leaves?
O Mother please! Lead me through the trees;
Thistle, briar, and thorn.
Let me sleep 'til morn cradled in your arms.
If I placed your heart, shining like a lamp,
Would you light the way from darkness into day?
O Mother see! Who can comfort me?
It is only Thee!
Ever shall it be,
Your son at your knee!
I look into the well and see your rippled form.
I look into the sky and see a gathering storm.
O Mother when will you call to me?
Your son waits here for Thee amongst your fallen leaves.