The wailing wind is in my breath

And in my dreams I see the silver moon

My smile is the face of the summer sun

And daybreak stirs my waking soul

When sadness comes my tears are one with the pouring rain

And the blood within my veins runs deep within these hills

This Earth is at the centre of the gift of life

And when I die she folds my bones within her arms

While my free spirit soars above

High above the wailing wind in death