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