Every child born of woman
In passion's pleasure-sparked seed
Seeks the breast of the mother
In time of comfort or need
And the breast of the mother
Becomes the child in us all
And we all soon discover
We come to her when she calls
And the year wheel turns Gaia's circles
And the earth floats in starlight
Heaven's bright fetal seed
And breathes life in the shadow
Of sunlight's passion-sparked seed
And the wealthy in sorrow
With the poor who are blessed
At the end of our season
We turn to her
And the year wheel turns Gaia's circles