They dance like sirens, hoping the sun would come out again And I was born in the fog of that day Can they hear a babe over all the faith, Or have they forgot what it was that they made Crawled out of the fog, found a river, Found a log and floated away Didn't think I'd be coming back this way But my feet are resolute; Found their root and brought me back to its place And on the hill where I was born, There is no rose but just a thorn; They cut it off each year and give it away But can they hear a babe after all these days, Or have they forgot what it was that they made So left to wander blind, I find myself in cautious times, And they say, Love's labor is never lost; labor on to this very day. So I walk into the fog, found a babe atop a log and all alone Took him under, took him on, Taught him everything about the world I'd come to know And he blames me for every wrong ever he made I am blamed for every wrong ever he made Forgive me I am only a maid Forgive me I am only a maid But I can see a babe under all that blame And I am forgot from the day I am laid