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
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