they call me so loudncome through the firencome through the foamncome at the world's nightncall the herds homendearest child dearest childnnMost Highnplease don't let our fancy dientill all the grapes are gathered from the vinennwhen you comenwill you sound the harpngive to the blindncat's eyes in the darknno will we know you for what you arenyou who have come so farnsweetest fair sweetest fairnnMost Highndon't let them cut that ladder before its timenfor all the grapes to be gathered from the vinennHe comes againnShe comes againnthrough the mist of timenthrough the mist of rainnno more words my heart brims overnin the sea of circumstancenrows for the rocky shorennwe who have swornnby the dead and the unbornnwheels within wheelsnO Most High.