In the secret womb of night
You can set your mind walking
Hear the taloned ones take flight
Hear the darkened world talking
The fighters turn the lovers twine
The bloodied claw tongue lapping
The changing thoughts of open minds
The soaring wing now flapping
The circle cast, the dream is sown
And even hand in hand sometimes we face the night alone
From our darkness light will grow
Put your ear to her, the night might even whisper up her secret
Mother I hear your ancient sigh
And we all need some rest don't we?
A little s***e, a brief respite
That we be not so sad and lonely
The circle cast, the dream is sown
And even hand in hand sometimes we face the night alone
From our darkness light will grow
Put your ear to her, the night might even whisper up her secret
In the secret womb of night
Sleeps the seed of all beginnings
The mind that sets the dream alight
Sets it's universe spinning
Mother I hear your ancient cry
And we all need release don't we
From our solitary fights
Let me touch the dream - let me touch the blossoming night
The circle cast, the dream is sown
And even hand in hand sometimes we face the night alone
From our darkness light will grow
Put your ear to her, the night might even whisper up her secret
Copyright 2001 Christopher Bingham
You can set your mind walking
Hear the taloned ones take flight
Hear the darkened world talking
The fighters turn the lovers twine
The bloodied claw tongue lapping
The changing thoughts of open minds
The soaring wing now flapping
The circle cast, the dream is sown
And even hand in hand sometimes we face the night alone
From our darkness light will grow
Put your ear to her, the night might even whisper up her secret
Mother I hear your ancient sigh
And we all need some rest don't we?
A little s***e, a brief respite
That we be not so sad and lonely
The circle cast, the dream is sown
And even hand in hand sometimes we face the night alone
From our darkness light will grow
Put your ear to her, the night might even whisper up her secret
In the secret womb of night
Sleeps the seed of all beginnings
The mind that sets the dream alight
Sets it's universe spinning
Mother I hear your ancient cry
And we all need release don't we
From our solitary fights
Let me touch the dream - let me touch the blossoming night
The circle cast, the dream is sown
And even hand in hand sometimes we face the night alone
From our darkness light will grow
Put your ear to her, the night might even whisper up her secret
Copyright 2001 Christopher Bingham