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Heather in the Mead
The fruit is ripe, the grain is high,
The heat is like a prescence everywhere
And voices on the balmy wind
Say summertime is letting down her hair
We've come to taste a sacred rye,
To dance a bonfire started long ago
While fireflies fill up the sky
Like sparks above the burning worlds below
Well it feels like sudden maddness on the breeze
Say can you can feel it?
We spin round, round, round, round, round… heather in the mead!
Some say that it will show you signs
Some say that it will open up the door
And in your blazing eyes I find
The faces of a thousand suns or more
Break the bread, and share the wine
Pass the loaf among us hand to hand
And offer up an August Feast to
All the ancient Children of the Land
And it feels like sudden maddness on the breeze– say can you feel it?
We spin round, round, round, round, round… heather in the mead!
Oh let us dream together and gather seeds,
Imagine how it was before we came
But taste the heather in the mead and
The life you know will never be the same
A distant song, a subtle glance,
A word that slowly lets the future in
And Raven calls a Spiral Dance
That spins us like a feather on the wind
And it feels like sudden maddness on the breeze -I know you can feel it!
Spin round, round, round, round, round… heather in the mead!
Spin round, round, round round...
July 13, 2006, Snohomish
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