Talk to the sea on those blackened nights
When the wind is howling and the hearth is cold
When your heart is empty and the cup is bare
For there in the waves lives my singing voice
It swells to the beat of a God's trembling hands
The drums begin to beat
The meaning so simple and strong
Can you hear my whispering words
As I sing you a sister's love song
Dance under the moon and darkened skies
The drums are beating
Move to rhythms felt not heard
The land is calling me to stand
To weave and wend through the dryad's grove
The ritual spot of night owls and ancient verse
The drums are beating
Summon voices of the birch and oak
To tell the story in ancient verse
Of the love between land and sky