Where did he go, the wily one
who swings from branch-to-branch?
The one with the toes like curly thorns
and spider claws for hands?

How did he whisk you off, away
so far from home and land?
I wish I had heard what you tried to say
as he dragged you along on the sand.

Cry, love, please cry
in a voice I can hear
and I will come near--I will come near.

When did you start to change your mind
about our young family fair?
When did you start to look behind
and step through the weeds and the tares?

What did he whisper when the wood
enclosed around your steps?
What made you ready to answer back
and tilt your heavy head?

Call, love, please call
with your voice aloud
and you will be found--you will be found.

Cry, love, please cry
in a voice I can hear
and I will draw near--I will draw near.