Colin: 

Mother I can hear your foot-fall now 
Soft disturbance in the dead-fall how 
It proceeds you like a black smoke pall 
Still the [bad word] in waves 
And you delivered me from danger then 
Pulled my cradle from the reedy glen 
Swore to save me from the world of men 

Still the [bad word] in waves 
In waves 
And waves 
And the [bad word] in waves 
And the [bad word] in waves 

And I want this night 
And I want this night 
Oh 

Shara: 

How I made you 
I wrought you, I pulled you 
From war I labored you 
From cancer I cradled you 
And now 

This is how I am repaid 
This is how I am repaid 

Remember when I found you 
The miseries that hounded you 
And I gave you motion 

Anointed with lotions 
And now 

This is how I am repaid 
This is how I am repaid 

Colin: 

Mother hear this proposition right 
Grant me freedom to enjoy this night 
And I'll return to you at break of light 
For the [bad word] in waves 
And waves 
And waves 
Still the [bad word] in waves 
Still the [bad word] in waves 
Still the [bad word] in waves 
And you owe me life 
And you owe me life 

Shara: 

And if I grant you this favor to hand you 
Your life for the evening 
I will retake by morning 
And so 
Consider it your debt repaid 
Consider it your debt repaid 
Repaid 
Repaid