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Some folk are born to the sunlight
Their wildfire worlds in a circle of eyes
Other folk are born where the stars
It's why their pale skin glows with mystery
Some folk are born where the lime tree was growing
That's why they're tall and slender
Some folk are born where the lime tree was felled
That's why they're fierce and wild and free
Laying down in sweet sleep
Swaddled into your monastery
As we ride through a bright kindred moon
Fashioned by our mythology
The water you bless will wash me clean
We pray to your high kindred moon
Some folk are born when the cuckoo calls
And they know the message in future tense
Some folk are born when the corn grows soul
And their eyes reflect with churches of pine
Other folk are born at the dawn's edge
The spirit burns what the light never finds
Laying down in sweet sleep
Swaddled into your monastery
As we ride through a bright kindred moon
Fashioned by our mythology
The water you bless will wash me clean
We pray to your high kindred moon
We pray to your high kindred moon
We pray to your high kindred moon
We pray to your high kindred moon