Thunder Motharine

In the quiet of the dawn

Where the old world is withdrawn

A single note

begins

to play

Hear the heartbeat in the stone

It calls to something in the soul

A story that was never told

The fire flickers,

low and deep

And the melody pulls you in

A place where mysteries begin

It’s in the air,

a sacred sound On this enchanted,

hallowed ground

(ooh-aah, the sound, the ground) Lost and found Did we dream this

long ago?

A seed of magic left to grow?

Every rhythm,

every rhyme

The melody

pulls you in... (pulls you in) A place where mysteries begin... (begin...) (ahh-ooh-mmm)