Hear her speak, mother of winds, through the earth euphony,
She, strangers land, guides me through my backlins.
Have me wander/ Have me rising/ Have me shining;
To a reason of wonder,
I hide my words between my lips,
Bare my thoughts to a spell casting under.
Between Your eyes.
For I Have taken,
For I Have sought,
For I shall revise;
“To learn to walk,
To learn to dance,
To learn to talk.”
I Shall promise my heart to the one of all,
where teardrops fall,