James Agee

A Song

I had a little child was born in the month of May.
He croaked and he crowed from early in the day.
He sang like a bird and he delighted to play
And before the night time he was gone away.

Little child, take no fright,
In that shadow where you are
The toothless glowworm grants you light.
Sure your mother's not afar.

Brave, brave, little boy,
Angels wave you round with joy.
Soon through the dark she runs to you,
Soon, soon your mother comforts you.