worlds they rise and fall within her eyes

she gives the eagle wings

to fly her skies

upon her breath the four worlds live and die

and sometimes

its all I can do is bow to her



chorus:

but when the moon is misty through the trees

right now she says I want to be

your girl, your little girl



stars they rise and fade, around her dance

for her the steep is climbed

the gulf is spanned

she lives, she lives, the bards sing, around her stand

and sometimes

its all I can do is bow to her



chorus