O my child, when I'm dead
And you weep at my grave,
He'll listen to your heart, sad,
Sitting in the breezy wave.

O my child, when I'm dead
And you're all the way lone,
He'll embrace you, dark clad,
With Lights that are shone.

O my child, when I'm dead
And if I'm not to care of you,
He'll build silky-leaved shade
For your snug breath in blue.

O my child, when I'm dead
And the fire keeps burning,
His angels will be overhead
And douse the flames, flying.

O my child, when I'm dead
And the guns go on the arrows,
They'll resile them and bloodshed
Will fade and do no more woes.