I swore to myself come last November
I was tired I was through with this livin all alone
Slipping away from one box to another
Can you relate, I want to disconnect my phone?
But I got a buzz from a springtime bloom
I'll call, I'll collect it back to the honeycomb

I know a place where the grass adores me 
and the wind gets heavy as she explores my skin
Fish grow tough in the battered sea
There are storms in the meadow
I guess that I'm a windling

Tell me a dream that you had last summer
Don't wash it down the gutter
Your roots are in your hands
Moss grows thick in the uncut forest
It's pouring out courage
Back to the elven kin

I know a place where the grass adores me 
And the wind gets heavy as she explores my skin
Fish grow tough in the battered sea
There are storms in the meadow
I guess that I'm a windling

Walked inside the labyrinth last Halloween
Heed the call, catch the train to the Highland Queen
Singin on the heath until the selkies cry
Just followin that vision you felt you July
The roundhouse stands at the top of the hill
The Pictish thorn grows silent and still
Did you pick their berries?
Did you drink their brew? 
Did you leave them there?
They still wait for you

Three nights by the fire, you're her daughter
She spins your dreams, sews up the seams
But you start to wonder 'bout your desire
Your pain makes you run before the spell is done

And when you believed you were flying high
And when you doubted you started to die
And the children cry, believe, believe, believe, you've got everything you need!
And the children cry, believe, believe, believe, you've got everything you need!

Take the hand through the ripple in time
Trace the steps, sip the golden grail
I told myself I could never go back
The well froze over, no need to send the pail
Tell me again that dream when you were younger
Where did you go? What'd you find out there?
Lost for years in the hills of Norway
A night on the old growth fairytale

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I walk the rope like an isotope
Across the Bering Sea
When I awoke the frost was cold
And I could hardly see
But now it’s time to walk on back
Didn’t say this wouldn’t be sad
You don’t have to whisper to me
I can see your lips are moving
Towards the door

Fire and tea is the recipe
‘Twixt the thorns and the leaves
Find the cove, it’s back cob and stone
Feel the earth between my knees
But now it’s time to say goodnight
The grass is swaying in the morning light
You don’t have to whisper to me
I can see your lips are moving
Towards the door

When the elephant spoke ‘twas a brassy note
And I could hear her yellin ‘Please, boy!’
So the ice all broke, she had to go
Across the Bering Sea
You picked the lock and rolled back time
Mystic dreams on the gentle mind
You don’t have to whisper to me
I can see your lips are moving
Towards the door

Bering Strait

The folly of the body and the mind
the desperate need to turn over the ground
the discontented nature needing change
brings the storms, calls the floods, calls down the rains
swells the flowers, bears the fruit
turns the leaves from green to gold
to muck, to mud, to moss, to mold

the wave of winter breaks and turns to surf
we are helpless in the chaos and confusion
we churn inside the wild tide
oh seas of change, please take me back
to shore, to shore, to shore, to shore

trembling bloom so gentle in the night
you are innocent the wind that shakes the tree
you tumble down, you kiss the ground, and bring me to my knees
oh sweet ephemere, unveil your eyes
awake, awake, awake, awake

Recorded in New Mexico in 2022. Live video available: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0CtMkdC1oLI

Heather Wolf: Vox & Bass
Raqa Down: Keys
Mle Silks: Drums
Nicholas Moon: Vox & Guitar

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