When our Mother — like flame —comes — to take her life back,
Life burns back, And again. Flame is all that she has,
Rising up from the coals, folding into the sky
From her now. All is changed! And she glows on the same.
Life burns back! And again! Flame is all that she has —
Since she gave up her land once — to strangers. We call
From her now. All is changed! And she glows on the same,
Rising up from the coals, folding into the sky
Since she gave up her land once — to strangers. We call,
Like the embers that pulse. She is moving away,
Rising up from the coals, folding into the sky
Where her heart births green-yellow again through the night.
Like the embers that pulse, she is moving away,
She’s returning in dark — as a creature again —
Where her heart births green-yellow again through the night.
As we lie in our newer grave, with softer hearts,
She’s returning in dark— as a creature again —
She is riding the branch! She will bring us to be
As we lie in our newer grave, with softer hearts,
Where her body remembers the throb of the trees.
She is riding the branch! She will bring us to be
When our Mother — like flame —comes — to take her life back,
Where her body remembers the throb of the trees
Rising up from the coals, folding into the sky!