Oh chariot of insect
Oh crown of wind
Two royal [bad word] with him
On a golden lead of tapered vine
Oh the blood sky, oh the blood sky
Vine of a [bad word] wild
Oh golden seed who made the winged child [bad word]  run my little [bad word] out to [bad word]  run my little one
What do you seek?

The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife [bad word] my little one
Breathe a hymn
Breathe my little one
hymn to him
To him

The master is calling, calling
The canvas is high
The scheme of a life
Written in the wind
The pen, the knife [bad word]  run out to [bad word] my little one
What do you seek?

If you were his eyes
If you were his dreams
The whole of the sky could not contain you [bad word]  [bad word] out to [bad word] my little one
Breathe a hymn for him
For thee