…in the blink of an eye we’re gone from here
…to play in the breeze that blows away our fear
…as the west wind howls and the piper calls
…we follow in the dance; held in Her thrall
…on we dance to the sound of music sweet
…swept on in the rhythm of Her pulsing heart beat
…through the realms of night into brightest day
…’til we reach the Summer-country on the Crooked Path’s Way
…where our tears are dried and the pain is done
…we dance on again laughing, for we’re free, we've won
…though we’re battle weary we fear no harm
…for the pipers trill calls us to the Mother’s waiting arms
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