The Warrior's Song

Come near to me
and I will tell
of the things I have done and seen.

I have taken hold of rams
and brought them to the ground.
When a ram confronted me,
I chased him; I ran
and took hold of his horns
and threw him to the ground.

I have sat astride a horse-
a male horse, and been thrown
from his back.
He threw me to the ground,
and I struck him.
I struck him, and straddled him
once more.

I stood in a field naked
in a snowstorm,
utterly exposed.  I stood exposed
in the snow without any clothes
and did not succumb.

I am a wolf
I am an eagle
I am a bear in the cold wind.

I am man,
and I will not submit
to the oxgoad.
I will not be harnessed
to a plow.

I have climbed a mountain,
and drank from a mountain spring,
and I will not be broken.

The Mountain Bride

On a peak 'cross the bay
ten miles or more
on a mile-high peak
the snow drifts la-zi-ly

In a sheer, shimmery sheet,
lifted up off the peak
where it lay;
lifted high on the wind,
filling up like a sail-
on the high lofty wind
in a vapor, a veil-

It's the veil of a bride on her
high wedding day,
on the day she is wed,
mountain bride, to the sky.

And the world shudders

And the bride standeth still
and her groom, noble sky
waits stiller yet, still.
And the other high mountains
bring gifts as they will--

The mountain bride's mother
Volcano; she vents.
She vents up on high in a shivering sigh,
for her daughter is wed on this day
to the sky-
the high royal sky with a shimmering eye
full-uncovered-

And the eye looketh out o'er
the bay dressed in mist,
the bay at the feet of the
high mountain bride.

And the mist, now discovered,
is soon pulled away.
And it shines in the sky's eye,
glittering white
on this high, holy day...
the mountain brides life-

precious jewels, hammered silver-
her gift to the high king, the Sky.

Ode to a Woman yet Un-met

Find for me a wild woman
Catch for me a fiery star.
Bring to me a giving woman-
Tho she be a world apart.
Bring her softly, sweetly, kindly
Bring her unto me unbroken
Like the mustang's untamed heart;
Being a wholly-purposed jar.

A Wedding Song.

Take a deep breath.  Close your eyes now, and be at rest.

Hear the organ rise, as down the aisle treads your bride.

You're miles and miles away-how could the wedding bells be playing today?

It's true, they ring for you.  As true as birds will fly, and sky is blue.

Sing for the day she gave her heart away to you.

I believe that love can conquer any devil.

A cord of three is not easily broken

'cause the Father loves his children.

You two will become one.  No going back now, you've just begun

to see a greater plan.  Go forth and spread your love throughout the land.

Love will find a way, be joined together now, 'til night is day.

Take a deep breath.  Close your eyes now, and be at rest.


C F/C C F/C C Gadd1 C:|

Chorus:
Em F C Gadd1
Am F Dm G7

Music Box Dancer

For ev'ryone when first conceived
Inside the womb they each received

A tool of brass; a tiny key.

These keys were wrought for one design-
That when a man's heart so inclined
Him toward a happy thing he found,
He needn't leave it to the ground.

But rather place the key inside,
Turning-making fully-wound
Himself.

Whereupon wound, he might then dance,
And sing and laugh and cry and prance
And put on such a marvelous show
That all would see his face! Not know
That deep inside his heart, the springs
Were slowly winding down.

Spring

Stride out to open places
snowy ground warmed by the sun.
Throw wide the heavy curtain!
Release the captives-Spring is come.

Comes the Light

I went room to room
with a torch.

Not for light.

Not for light, but
for burning.

I burned all the curtains.