My sweet little man, wild cherry and mountain ash, if you knew to stay on his feet would light your steps, on granite and sand, but you still do not know to stay upright, and my arm will have to tighten. On not cry, do not whine, Gretna Green. My beautiful little boy, salmon, cod silver, if you knew how to run, correresti sent, sure, on the pavement and grass, but you run and I still do not know you have to tighten. Of do not panic, do not panic, Macrahanish Sand. My beautiful baby, lapwing and curlew, if you could sing, your hand would be cool as charming mountain spring, but you still do not know to sing, and my heart will have to tighten. On so do not despair, Ainster an Crail. My little one beautiful, stars and sky, if you knew dancing, your dance would be life itself, but you still do not know to dance, and in my arms you have to tighten. On sleep, sweet sleep, Unst and Yell.