Quiet, littling
Memory long and ravaged
Cannot harm you.

Silent stars above, brittle and vain
The ancestors, mra?
Yes, little one... those that look down
And smile for you.

Why do they laugh so, mra?

They laugh in the spanning of generations, littling
Chuckling to themselves as they watch
Fondly, always there for you, looking down
And smiling for you.

They are the ancestors, mra?

Yes, littling... sing you to sleep, now.
A-ya, a-ya`a-ray
A-ya, a-ya`a-ray

Feel the wind on your back, littling
Moving swiftly through your hair
If I am not with you,
Think I am there.

Feel your hooves pound across the plains, littling,
Rolling like thunder across the land
If someone is with you,
You'll go hand in hand.

Simple pleasures lead the way in this life, littling,
Never let them take your soul
For you see, my son, in this life,
They are what keeps you whole.

A-ya, a-ya`a-ray
A-ya, a-ya`a-ray

What if you're gone when I awake, mra?

Then do not worry, littling,
And look to the stars above
For there you'll see a smiling face
And every one filled with love.