Now my child overcome anything, don’t you run
Through sirens call in the open sea
Pour out one for the weaver, and one for me

Now my child overseas, this prayer I hold to the ocean breeze
When landings change and the mountain steep
Pour out one for the weaver, and one for me

Now my child holding on, feeling shame for my passing on
To air and seas to the life I leave
Pour out one for the weaver, and one for me