Chants of Dawn
(hmmm-mm-mm) (ahhh-ahhh) The winter birch is bending low
Before the mountain winds begin to blow
A quiet river turns to ice
The elders cast the river stones twice
(hey-ya,
ho-ya, the dawn will bring)
A greener hill where the swallows sing (hey-ya,
ho-ya, the turning wheel)
The wound of time that the earth shall heal
The smoke will rise from valleys deep
To wake the sleeping fields from winter sleep
I saw the seeds beneath the snow
Ready for the summer sun to grow
(hey-ya,
ho-ya, the dawn will bring)
A greener hill where the swallows sing (hey-ya,
ho-ya, the turning wheel)
The wound of time that the earth shall heal
Listen to the ridge,
listen to the sky (hear it calling,
hear it fly)
Everything that was will be again
Bound in the cedar,
carved in the glen
(hey-ya, ho-ya) Things to
come...
(ho-ya, hey-ya)