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