Kindred Moon

Some folk are born to the sunlight
 their wild-fire whirls in a circle of ash
 other folk are born where the stars ebb
 that's why their pale skin glows with mystery
 some folk are born when the lime tree was growing
 that's why they're tall and slender
 some folk are born when the lime tree was felled
 that's why they're fierce and wild and free
 Lay me down in sweet sleep
 swaddled into your monastery
 as we ride through a bright kindred moon
 Fashioned by our mythology
 the water you bless will wash me clean
 We pray to your light, kindred moon
 Some folk are born when the cuckoo calls
 and they know their message in future tense
 some folk are born when the corn was sewn
 and their eyes reflect the churches of pine
 other folk were born at the dawn's edge
 their spirit burns what the light never finds
 Lay me down in sweet sleep
 swaddled into your monastery
 as we ride through a bright kindred moon
 Fashioned by our mythology
 the water you bless will wash me clean
 We pray to your light, kindred moon
 We pray to your light, kindred moon