Saturday, 21 January 2012

She Sang
She sang of the earth, she sang of the sea

She sang of the pure clear air
She sang of the Lord, she sang of the Child
She sang of the Lady fair

She sang from beyond the Hollow Hills
She sang the song of the free
She sang and she sang, and oh how she sang
For this was the land of the Sidhe

She sang of the creatures of land and sea
She sang of the birds of the sky
She sang and she sang and oh how she sang
She sang of the when and the why

She sang of a coming, she sang of a going
She sang of a joyous return
She sang of the fields, the flowers and trees
She sang of the fires that burn

She sang of the dusk and through the night
She sang of the brightening dawn
She sang of the past, and she sang of the now
She sang of the yet unborn

She sang of the tribe, the kith and the kin
She sang of lore and respect
She sang of the stories the legends and tales
She sang so we wouldn’t forget

A circle she sang, a spiral she sang
Of birth and death and rebirth
She sang and she sang and oh how she sang
For she was our Mother Earth.
 

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