Small seed, a poor prize Which I carried along all this while In my forgotten pocket and in my heart I am going to plant
When the creepy hands of darkness departs Then comes a flush of renewed energy *** Do you feel the sweet and virgin morning airs, fresh?
When Dreams come to one Grip them with all you have got The dews of Heaven bring them The smiles of infants in the morning
What lurks in the darkness and nights Waiting to jump on ones neck When no light come from the stars? What bears a fur and
Now my eyes close before Thee Grant me sweet night airs and peace Let my slumber be quiet and undisturbed For the long days toil
When the dark clouds come upon the clan All grow dim, sobre and quiet The stars are hidden from sight But the dark cloak holds