The Queen's Rebuke / The Crossing

I'm made of bones of the branches the boughs and the brow-beating light
While my feet are the trunks and my head is the canopy high
And my fingers extend to the leaves in the eves, and the brightBrighter shine
It's my shineAnd he
Was a baby abandoned
Entombed in a cradle of clay
And I was the soul who took pity and stole him away
And gave him the form of a faun to inhabit by dayBrightest day
It's my dayAnd you
Have removed this temptation that's troubled my innocent child
To abduct and abuse
And to render her rift and defiled
But the river is deep to the banks and the water is wildI will fly you
To the far side