When Diamond was a baby
And wise for one his age
He met a certain lady
A kind and chilly sage
The north wind came one evening
She plucked him from his bed
And soon he took to singing
And this is what he said:

“Take me in your gentle hand
Meet me in the morrow
Show me to the northern lands
I’ll leave this world of sorrow
There a river calls to me
It’s singing oh, so sweetly
And its rhyme and melody
Are waiting there to greet me.”

He let the lady hold him
She pressed him to her breast
And swept the streets below him
With a whisper from her breath
Now Diamond didn’t know her
As older people do
So when the ride was over
He sang a little tune.

“Take me in your gentle hand
Meet me in the morrow
Show me to the northern lands
I’ll leave this world of sorrow
There a river calls to me
It’s singing oh, so sweetly
And its rhyme and melody
Are waiting there to greet me”

As Diamond used to greet her
And soar across the sky
Someday you’ll want to meet her
She’ll be your wings to fly
So if the North wind finds you
When your slumbering is deep
Put all your fears behind you
And sing this as you sleep:

“Take me in your gentle hand
Meet me in the morrow
Show me to the northern lands
I’ll leave this world of sorrow
There a river calls to me
It’s singing oh, so sweetly
And its rhyme and melody
Are waiting there to greet me”

©Copyright 1985 by Lexicon Music Inc.