He swept me up with cradled arm
the sun is cool against his touch

He sat me on a throne up high
the top of the mountain he kept me

The clouds billowed like my dress
and encircled me in soft harness

He brought me rain to quench my thirst
And flowers for my feet of white

He painted my toes with the redest rose
and took thorn to finger for my lips

He sang to me with soothing voice
like the lake before me still

He sat me on a throne up high
and there he keeps me