Deep in the brume of juniper and fern, A moon overhead and stones at my feet, I walked through a veil of cypress and birch And came to a surface painted with leaves.
Voiceless, a child appeared in the brush And smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned. And before I could speak, she ran to my side And knelt with a flow'r she placed in my hand.
[Chorus] Dancing, singing Voices ringing Rising, falling Giving, being
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern, A moon overhead and stones at my feet, I walked through a veil of cypress and birch And came to a surface painted with leaves.
Voiceless, a mother came with her child And smiled with a hush, all rosy and tanned. And before I could speak, she walked to my side And knelt with a key she placed in my hand.
Without a sound, they mouthed the words of mystery, And I knew no translation for the history they gave to me.
Deep in the brume of juniper and fern, A moon overhead and stones at my feet, I walked through a veil of cypress and birch And came to a surface painted with leaves.
Voiceless, a crone appeared in the brush And smiled with a hush, all twisted and tanned. And before I could speak, she fell at my side And lifted a tome she placed in my hand.