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Where the old world is withdrawn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)