Summer Solstice
Drop a penny on the map
On the morning of our dreams
And we'll fly through canyons playfully
To the white bear on the cliffs
In the place that no one sees
And we'll bow before her wondrously
My Love
My Love
My Love
Chase the red tails in the sky
By the sea where fires burn
And we'll hear their cries and speak our words
Ride the currents in the clouds
And the streams that move beneath
Meet the waters clear and give our grief
My Love
My Love
My Love
When the deer's milk has spilled on these hands
We'll be weaving the grasses into gold
Take this thread through the tales across this land
In the web of the spider they are told
Oh my Love
My Love
My Love
Oh my Love
My Love
My Love
Tie the ribbons in the trees
Where the owl clover shines
On this valley floor that's lost in time
Throw the felt onto the sticks
In the circle painted bright
And we'll be the myth that feeds this life
My Love
My Love
My Love
Greet the child in the hills
By the oak covered in shells
And we'll sing the songs and ring the bells
There's a butterfly that soars
In the sands where we have wept
And the waters flow and drink this death
My Love
My Love
My Love
On the morning of our dreams
And we'll fly through canyons playfully
To the white bear on the cliffs
In the place that no one sees
And we'll bow before her wondrously
My Love
My Love
My Love
Chase the red tails in the sky
By the sea where fires burn
And we'll hear their cries and speak our words
Ride the currents in the clouds
And the streams that move beneath
Meet the waters clear and give our grief
My Love
My Love
My Love
When the deer's milk has spilled on these hands
We'll be weaving the grasses into gold
Take this thread through the tales across this land
In the web of the spider they are told
Oh my Love
My Love
My Love
Oh my Love
My Love
My Love
Tie the ribbons in the trees
Where the owl clover shines
On this valley floor that's lost in time
Throw the felt onto the sticks
In the circle painted bright
And we'll be the myth that feeds this life
My Love
My Love
My Love
Greet the child in the hills
By the oak covered in shells
And we'll sing the songs and ring the bells
There's a butterfly that soars
In the sands where we have wept
And the waters flow and drink this death
My Love
My Love
My Love
Credits
Writer(s): Natalie Bartlett
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