Songs of the Sea Children: I was a reed in the stilly stream

I was a reed in the stilly stream,
Heigh-ho !
And thou my fellow of moveless dream,
Heigh-ho !
Hardly a word the river said
As there we bowed him a listless head :
Only the yellowbird pierced the noon :
And summer died to a drowsier swoon,
Till the little wind of night came by,
With the little stars in the lonely sky,
And the little leaves that only stir,
When the shyest wood-fellows confer.
It shook the stars in their purple sphere,
And laid a frost on the lips of fear.

It woke our slumbering desire
As a breath that blows a mellow fire,
And the thrill that made the forest start
Was a little sigh from our happy heart.
This is the story of the world,
Heigh-ho !
This is the glory of the world,
Heigh-ho !