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