They dance like sirens' hoping the sun would come out again

And I was born in the fog of that day

Can they hear a babe over all the faith'
Or have they forgot what it was that they made

Crawled out of the fog' found a river'
Found a log and floated away

Didn't think I'd be coming back this way

But my feet are resolute;
Found their root and brought me back to its place

And on the hill where I was born'
There is no rose but just a thorn;
They cut it off each year and give it away

But can they hear a babe after all these days'

Or have they forgot what it was that they made

So left to wander blind' I find myself in cautious times'

And they say' 'Love's labor is never lost; labor on to this very day.'

So I walk into the fog' found a babe atop a log and all alone

Took him under' took him on'
Taught him everything about the world I'd come to know

And he blames me for every wrong ever he made

I am blamed for every wrong ever he made

Forgive me I am only a maid

Forgive me I am only a maid

But I can see a babe under all that blame
And I am forgot from the day I am laid