On the mountain, above the hills Lived a mother, and her little ones. Glowing candles of morrow's riddles loving mother could not foresee. "Little darlings where are you heading? i will follow wherever you go". Little children started running into a dwelling with a wooden doors. She went inside, the walls and rooms were quite. Halls of glooming light. It was awful cold beneath she was freezing through her feet as she heard a whisper "Dear mother you should see we'll dive into the sea of calm water, do not falter" Drawing circles, moving slow. She built a fire, abandoned all desire And she wandered, as she pondered "oh i am childless, i am cold" Eyes were opened wide, she watched as they took flight Her hands were grasping tight She was bending on her knees, floating through the breeze as she heard a whisper "Dear mother you should see we'll dive into the sea of calm water, do not falter"