The Child

Here is level ground for dancing; I will dance.

(Sings.)

"The wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away."

(She dances.)

MARY (to SHAWN)

Just now when she came near I thought I heard Other small steps beating upon the floor, And a faint music blowing in the wind, Invisible pipes giving her feet the tune.