Blessings on the little ones   who sit up on ... the fence   cakes and scones spiders sticks and stones      are weak and just like a sparrow   are a golden arrow   whose lane is narrowed   as it flies through sorrow   flies through joy   over all the girls and the boys   to the sea.      And should I beware?   your knights and your mares?   oh your golden flax hair   brings you straight to me   from the center of the sea   that's where I long to be   with you.      But can we try to lose some of her ties   that slips between the sea and the sky   til over the hills I ride   sunset by my side   til I come undone   into you.      and there he lies   torn from my side   as the tides   washes all I know    the life of you      but the space has grown stronger   our love is no longer   amidst strangers we wander to find our new homes.