I'm made of bones of the branches, the boughs and the browbeating light Oh, my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high And my fingers extend to the leaves and the eaves and the bright Bright as shine, it's my shine And he was a baby abandoned, entombed in a cradle of clay And I was the soul that took pity and stole him away And gave him the form of a fawn to inhabit by day Bright as day, it's my day And you have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child To abduct and abuse and to render a rift and defiled But the river is deep to the bends and the water is wild I will fly you to the far side