By Bonnie Paine Moon bright One night Young son did wake Crawled out of his crib Without my waking Through the door Through the gate Down to the dock Into a shaky currach As the storm’s breaking The storm rose Took my baby Out to sea The storm rose Took my babe Away from me Lightning Striking First caused my rise To the dismay of my eye I found my child missing So through the door Through the gate Down to the dock I saw a shaky currach Into the horizon slipping The storm rose Took my baby out to sea The storm rose Took my babe Away from me Wind blow Wind blow Fill the sails Bring my baby Back to me Wind blow Wind blow Fill the sails Bring him safely Back from sea