My cousin from the swamp told me this,
those humans, they don't disappear in bliss.
You have it much better here, so far away.
The endless nights with only my light.
Life is easy and fast,
floating over the moors so vast.
A wandering light alone in the dark.
The endless nights with only my light.
My grandmother from the bog told me so,
there is not a single night without a blow.
You have it much better here, where they can't stray.
The endless nights with only my light.
From Hambleton to Cleveland,
where the moors are grande.
Being the only visible mark.
The endless nights with only my light.
My uncle from the marsh whispered to me,
unlike you, they are not free.
You have it much better here, where the dark is only grey.
The endless nights with only my light.
I wander alone in the moonless night,
without fear for the endless heights.
Soft, quiet, barely there, a whispering spark.
The endless nights with only my light.
My sister from the woods has a similar voice,
please be careful they don't get lost in your choice.
You don't have it better there, where the road makes them sway.
The endless nights with only my light.
My light, taunting, the brave fools that dare,
none of them will prosper and fare.
No footfalls are heard, apart from the song of the lark.
The endless nights with only my light.
My brother from the ocean though has no idea,
what do you and they mean, my Rhea dear.
What is wrong with where you all live, where humans stray.
The endless nights with only my light.
Only the soft whisper of a promised path.
The walk, the talk, the whisper in the dark
A life full of fright,
with my imagined wrath.
That is all I have never been, a small phantom light in the dark.
