The yellow lilly paints the morning dew,
and the cold nights leave me with nothing to do
for the dream I've awakened begins with you
and the wild bird sings about dancing with the truth

This is the story about the climb
the venture that drew a simple line
into the forest and under the rocks
where I could sit with my deepest thought

The patterns we weave here on the earth
and a clear mind to see them for myself
the patterns we weave here on the earth
and a clear mind to see them for myself
and a clear mind