"Does the crying ever cease?" I asked,
As the pearl rolled down my cheek,
"For the Seekers of the Mystery,
For those ones who seek?""Does the crying ever cease?" I asked,
As the pearl rolled down my cheek,
"For the Seekers of the Mystery,
For those ones who seek?"
As the nun slid down the banister,
In the corner of my mind.
Take me down forever,
Take me down, the voices chimed.
To my cradle in the heather
To your warm arms down below,
Mother Earth, please shelter me,
In your soft, brown glow.
And I will sing a Shaman’s song,
With the green grass growing free,
A turtledove above me,
Dancing in a tree,
Crystal wind-chimes whispering
Laughing in the breeze.
And I will sing forever,
With the green grass growing free.
