The Listening Earth

By the well where rowan berries fall I hear the hills breathe through the rain A silver path winds past the wall And brings your name to me again Carry me over the quiet water Guide me where the green fields end Let the old songs rise like morning Let the listening earth befriend The fern uncurls beneath the stone The moon lays milk across the stream You are not lost you are not alone The heart remembers what we dream Carry me over the quiet water Guide me where the green fields end Let the old songs rise like morning Let the listening earth befriend