It’s cold down here, but I am used to the chill,
And the fish are more friendly now than when at first I fell,
And the weeds are quicker to dance than when my eyes first closed.
It is my secret hiding place – nobody else knows.
It’s dark down here, but I am used to the dim,
And I have the minnows to teach me how to swim.
And I can stay under longer now than even you or dad,
And I’m heavy as a stone and I’m light as a lily pad.
Don’t worry mother, I have found another home.
You’ll find me in the water. You’ll find me in the water.
I know you told me not to stray away too far from home,
And to stay away from strangers who would do me harm,
But he promised I could be the Lady of the Lake,
But he lied because I died just up there in the cave.
But a storm kept his promise and carried me to the deep.
I wear water flowers in my hair and mud between my feet.
Don’t cry for me mother, I have found another home.
You’ll find me in the water. You’ll find me.
Muddy water keeps a secret better than if you lock it up
And throw away the key.
Hush now, Hush now. Go to sleep.
Breathe.
So, I like to tease the rowboats, tickle their bellies, white.
And free fish from hook and net, while boatmen turn their eyes.
They blame it on the hour, on the season, on their luck,
But the trick is it’s me all along, they never think to look.
Don’t lose sleep for me mother, I have found another home.
You’ll find me in the water. You’ll find me.
