With the old rake in hand
Another day on the land
With the sky above in slumber
Over the tops and under
Through the mists I toil
Through byways I wind
These watchers of mine
As of yore and evermore
They go
The roots creak and groan
As they speak tongues of old
Words from the wise
Passing us by
Through the grove
As time slips away
On the heather I lay
My ceiling the sky
Intentions entwined
With the moss below
Sing to me
Evergreen
Hills of the north
Keepers of all that look up in wonder
Sing to me
Proud and free
Hills of the north
Watchers of all
Over and under
When someday I pass beyond
Gift my bones back to the ground
One with the heartland
Heather and hearth and
Slowly sinking
Slowly fading
Gone forevermore
When someday I pass beyond
Gift my bones back to the ground
Sow my soul
Keep me well
And let my heart beat with the land (Heather and hearth will keep me well)
When someday I pass beyond
Gift my bones back to the ground
Lay me down
Fare me well
And let my memories turn the soil (Heather and hearth will keep me well)
When someday I pass beyond
Gift my bones back to the ground
Sow my soul
Keep me well
And let my heart beat with the land (Heather and hearth will keep me well)
When someday I pass beyond
Gift my bones back to the ground
Lay me down
Fare me well
And let my memories turn the soil (Heather and hearth will keep me well)
When someday I pass beyond
Gift my bones back to the ground
Sow my soul
Keep me well
And let my heart beat with the land (Heather and hearth will keep me well)
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