Generations lyrics

Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,

A moon overhead and stones at my feet,

I walked through a veil of cypress and birch

And came to a surface painted with leaves.

Voiceless, a child appeared in the brush

And smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned.

But before I could speak, she ran to my side

And knelt with a flow’r she placed in my hand.

Dancing, singing, voices ringing

Rising, falling, giving, being

Waiting, growing, teaching, knowing

Waxing, waning, ebbing, flowing

Faces gaze upon me.

Ageless figures come alive.

Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,

A moon overhead and stones at my feet,

I walked through a veil of cypress and birch

And came to a surface painted with leaves.

Voiceless, a mother came with her child

And smiled with a hush, all rosy and tanned.

But before I could speak, she walked to my side

And knelt with a key she placed in my hand.

Without a sound, they mouthed the words of mystery,

And I knew no translation for the history they gave to me.

Deep in the brume of juniper and fern,

A moon overhead and stones at my feet,

I walked through a veil of cypress and birch

And came to a surface painted with leaves.

Voiceless, a crone appeared in the brush

And smiled with a hush, all twisted and tanned.

But before I could speak, she fell at my side

And lifted a tome she placed in my hand.