If I saw your face in the bubbling stream, Would I see your eyes clod-streaked in the skies? O Mother why do I sit in tears Wishing I could hear your voice in my ear? If I held your hand in the still water, Would you tell to me the secrets of your leaves? O Mother please! Lead me through the trees; Thistle, briar, and thorn. Let me sleep 'til morn cradled in your arms. If I placed your heart, shining like a lamp, Would you light the way from darkness into day? O Mother see! Who can comfort me? It is only Thee! Ever shall it be, Your son at your knee! I look into the well and see your rippled form. I look into the sky and see a gathering storm. O Mother when will you call to me? Your son waits here for Thee amongst your fallen leaves.