The River-daughter Bear McCreary (Ft. Raya Yarbrough)

Hop along, my little friends
Up the Withywindle
Tom's going on ahead
Candles for to kindle
Down west sinks the sun
Soon you will be gropen
When the night-shadows fall
Then the door will open

Out of the window-panes
Light will twinkle yellow
Fear no alder black
Heed no hoary willow
Fear neither root nor bough
Tom goes on before you
Hey now, merry dol
We'll be waiting for you