They danced like sirens Hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Could they hear a babe, under all that faith Or have they forgot what it was they made? Crawled out of the fog, found a river Found a log and f loated away Didn't think I'd be coming back this way But my feet resolute, found their root And brought me back to its place And on the hill where I was born There is a rose without 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 labours never lost But labour on to this very day So I walk into the fog Find a babe atop a log, and all alone Took him under, took him on Taught him everything about the world I've come to know He blames me for every wrong ever he made I'm blamed for every wrong ever he made Forgive me I am only a maid Forgive me I am only a maid But I can still see a babe Under all that blame But I am forgot from the day I am laid