Jeremiah left on the seventh day,

Between the doors and walls that wept,

And though his father slept of late,

He all too carefully crept outside,

Nothing to hide, nothing to hide,

Nothing to see over on this side,

Over hedges, ditches, fields he had ran,

Ignoring the words his father had said,

"There'll be a place for you, as a place for all."

Over hedges, ditches, fields he then fled,

Jeremiah returned on the next seventh day,

His father wept,

He returned an angel with all the sun's rays,

If only he'd kept inside,

Nothing to hide, nothing to hide,

Nothing to see, nothing inside.