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