AMONG THE RUSHES

I saw a curly leaf and it was caught against the grassy side, And it was tangled in the watery grasses where the branch is wide; I had it for my little ark of rushes that must wait and hide.

I had it for my little Moses hidden where no one could see, The little baby Moses that nobody knew about but me.

And I was hiding in the flags and I was waiting all the day, And watching on the bank to see if Pharaoh's daughter came that way.