She's of earth and rebirth; she's of swamp and storm and sea
I am coming, I am going, and she is coming back to me
Swim away into the dark, watch the bait and the hook float by
Stand and sing your brave new song, to ears that hear the years go by
She's of air and morning fair, where to the swiftest falls the race
She's the knowing underdog, she's a place within a place
Well, maybe not, but maybe so, maybe only what I see
Maybe no place we could go, maybe nothing we could be
But she's of joy and sorrow, holding fast and changing slow
She's the way and walking through, and come along, you never know
A miracle is always true, belief is one and grief is two
And love that chooses not to leave, when that's the only thing to do
She's of meadow, buck and thorn, she's of fire and jimson weed
She's fever down and blood reborn, a whole world hidden in a seed
Where we're a story in a dream, we're a memory in a mirror
A promise line drawn out through time, where you and I are always here
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