The Father's face is stern and strong
He sits and judges right from wrong
He weighs our lives, the short and long
And loves the little children

The Mother gives the gift of life
And watches over every wife
Her gentle smile ends all strife
And she loves her little children

The Warrior stands before the foe
Protecting us where e'er we go
With sword and shield and spear and bow
He guards the little children

The Crone is very wise and old
And sees our fates as they unfold
She lifts her lamp of shining gold
To lead the little children

The Smith, he labors day and night
To put the world of men to right
With hammer, plow, and fire bright
He builds for little children

The Maiden dances through the sky
She lives in every lover's sigh
Her smiles teach the birds to fly
And gives dreams to little children

The Seven Gods who made us all
Are listening if we should call
So close your eyes, you shall not fall
They see you, little children
Just close your eyes, you shall not fall
They see you, little children