Из альбома: A Pagan Place
"Bye Bye Shadowlands
The term is over
And all the holidays have begun"
Now she walks in fresh fields
Her tracks are on the land
She is everywhere and noplace
Like a breath or like a wind
She moves among men
They would seek to hold her as a prize
But she is in the shadows,
The ocean and the sand
She is everywhere and noplace,
Her church not made with hands
Uncontained by man
She is in the head and heart
She is in the swing
She is in the seasons' stately slow procession
Across great seas she travels
Up through rising lands
She is everywhere and noplace
Her church not made with hands
Uncontained by man
Isn't that a pretty sun
Setting in a pretty sky ?
Will we stay and watch it darken ?
Let us stay and watch it darken
And together we will worship
The Goddess of the land,
Her blessed and sacred Earth;
Her Church not made with hands
Uncontained by man
This precious place
Unmade by man
(Lines in quotes from "The Last Battle" by CS Lewis)