A LamentDaughter, draw 'way from the fangs of the asp And dance not where vipers do prey Thy tender skin does make serpent grin O dearest daughter, draw 'way Bare not thine heel for prey Dear daughter, draw 'way, draw 'way O bare not thine heel for prey Daughter, draw 'way from the den of the dogs And twirl not thy skirts in play Unguarded flesh their eyes will catch Beautiful daughter, draw 'way Stir not their hunger in play My daughter, draw 'way, draw 'way O stir not their hunger in play Candles light the way through darkened sky May they guide thee as they draw thee nigh Daughter, draw nigh, and take thee rest In slumber, soundly lie You'll find no harm within mine arms O dearest daughter, draw nigh None shall awake thine eye Dear daughter, draw nigh, draw nigh O none shall awake thine eye |
© 2007 Mark LaBelle