What I am Listening to: wendy rule
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Continental Isolation
On a hemisphere that�s been turned around
It is hard to find our own sacred ground,
Knowing our blood has been flowing
From land never seen
From a northern line
To a southern birth
I have memories of a different earth
Whether it�s summer
Or winter in June
We all draw our power from the same moon
On the eve of Samhain
When the twilight called
Her mother cried
[It was the mirror of her ancestry]
On the eve of Samhain
A door opened wide
On the eve of Samhain
When the twilight called
Her mother cried
From the Sea came an ancient memory
[Voices of long ago ride in the wind, They are calling me homeward]
And from the Sea came an ancient memory
And from the Sea came an ancient memory
It was the mirror of her ancestry
Does our ebbing tide cover northern rocks?
Is the ocean still at each Equinox?
Is it the Moon that is breathing this tide in our veins?
When your Samhain shines
We have Beltane bright
And your longest day
Is our longest night
Solstices swapping to stress to this nation
It�s continental isolation
On the eve of Samhain
When the twilight called
Her mother cried
On the eve of Samhain
A door opened wide
On the eve of Samhain
When the twilight called
Her mother cried
From the Sea came an ancient memory
[Voices of long ago ride in the wind, They are calling me homeward]
And from the Sea came an ancient memory
And from the Sea came an ancient memory
It was the mirror of her ancestry