The little ones look up to me
still faithful ones not yet alone
they live in fear the little ones
soon to be torn from horn to tail
by everything above the grass
by everything that winds within
sun come blanch wind come take
the bones of all the little ones
the time will come for simple ones
treasure them anxiously
who lived in fear as faithful ones
still faithful ones with simple fears
the little ones look up to me
still wandering not yet alone