On thy starry ride

Glittery was that sky Silvery was that carpet That on which rode the blue butterfly On his way to the holy ballet   Divine was that sight A star living with light Your face shining with might O my darling father, my knight!   Gone was your soul, to that land Called by some as the Never-never land Alone and cold with fright I did shed tears that night!   Blissful dance, harmonious ballet Pray life lead me there with thy cabaret!