And all the rivers and all the rills
Were foaming mad with him;
And ’twas dark as the darkest night could be,
But still came the wind’s voice, “Follow me!”
And over the mountain and up from the hollow
Came echoing voices with, “Follow him; follow!”
That awful day,
When the little boy ran away.
Then the little boy cried, “Let me go, let me go!”
For a scared, scared boy was he.