Spiritual

Dear little one, let us not tarry
But make haste through the bitter cold,
Bring only the burdens we can carry
Leave the rest in legends to be told.

The glistening snow shall us betray
Each step to freedom is one to dread,
Look not behind, we must away
Tears nor blood today shall shed.

Dear mammy beneath the roof now sleeps
And dreams for us a home to find,
Behind us now the darkness creeps
Our lands taken by hearts unkind.

Hush now dearie, pray be still
Miles to go before we can rest,
We must run from those who kill
Their gods were better than our best.

When thee are grown do surely mourn
The love your mammy gave to thee,
The holy fire on her breast worn
To give us miles and make it free.

The Heretics