The ticktock of time allows me to see   An owl turn to an echo   The butterfly to a cocoon   A swan to ugly duckling   A lake to an ocean      The dead times awake   As I've been called myself to yesterday   The flower has fallen its petals   Out of the petals a cradle I will      My cradle rocks with the waves of time   The time of beauty will never be the same   Oh, little girl, as thou must now leave   Please take me, take me with thee      Now I hear my mother from the deep   Sing me a lullaby of eternal sleep   Wilt blow wee plant that last to recall   As in silence we sing to reborn