Well I went to the waterfall in mid-
December and the air was so clean that it
brightened my lungs and my mind
I stood on the rocks below the falling water
in the place where as a child I caught a
salamander
Little Weeper, go to sleep now
Things look better in the morning light
You could cry all day and night now,
couldn't you? But go to sleep and you'll
probably be all right
As I stood on the rocks, I remember your
long legs wading nervously through the
cold and shady riverside
And you walked across a log that had
fallen in a storm and you slipped and you
fell but I caught you in my arms
Little Weeper, go to sleep now
Things look better in the morning light
You could cry all day and night now,
couldn't you? But go to sleep and you'll
probably be all right
"Who is the searcher?
Who is the colonist? In time
you will know the last wilderness"
Well I went to the waterfall mid-
December and the air was so clean that it
brightened my lungs and my mind
I stood on the rocks below the falling water
In the place where as a child
I caught a salamander
And the river said, "Papa knows his baby,
papa knows hid child, lay your head beside
the water. Let your soul be wild"
Little Weeper, go to sleep now
Things look better in the morning light
You could cry all day and night now,
couldn't you? But go to sleep and
you'll probably be all right