Into Hiding

The islander slips into hiding

And takes to his heels

Out of dark Northland

The murky house of SaraHe whirled out of doors as snow

Arrives as smoke in yard

To flee from bad deedsThere he had to become someone else

He must change his shape

As an eagle he swept upWanted to soar the heavenward

The sun burnt his cheeks

The moon lit his brows

(Wanted to soar heavenward)

The sun burnt his cheeks

The moon lit his browsThe islander slips into hiding

And takes to his heels

Out of dark Northland

The murky house of Sara