Pending re-recording

Can you hear the rhythm of the Mother’s endless song?

Can you hear that rhythm flowing through her living veins?

Every stone and cedar are the echo of Her song,

And you know that rhythm and your own are just the same.

‘Can you feel the rhythm as the thunder lingers on?

Can you feel that rhythm being out the Mother’s name?

Every winged and four-foot are the heartbeat of Her song,

And you know that rhythm and your own are still the same!

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