I see the willows in the wood
The branches wave like willows should
They sweep the air in mock surprise
To shake the dreamdust from my eyes
For dreaming is what I do best
When I no longer can protest
The world about me and its pain
That cries aloud again, again
Oh Blessed Lord, have mercy please
I come to You on bended knees
Help save me from old Satan’s might
Should he discover me some night !