Lyrics

You made your altar
of roses and ravens and water
Skirts rustled softly while barefoot,
your soul found the pulse
Earthen drumbeat,
secrets of a sleeping heart

I went seeking
I gave something soft, something shiny
and strands of my hair
In the glint of your watchful eye
a deep knowing—
You dropped this black feather for me

Your sweetness beckons first
Taste it on blue sky,
a breath into deep memory
where that beauty has never changed
No; she knew if then as I do now

Then when her thorns weren’t enough,
she danced in the flames still believing
in dreams that were stolen,
in children unborn,
in wisdom of Grandmother’s teachings
Still we live on
Still we live on

A raspy call that remembers the smoke in the air
and a fading song filling the morning
There amidst sunshine and ashes,
a rage for the pain in my bones
Rage for the pain in my bones
Rage for the pain


I still dream it—
the sound of birdsong, the sun of my face
and the crash of the waves on the shoreline,
the peaceful calm of the full moon
I am as they are all one

I made my altar of roses and ravens
and water and rocks
and my skirt rustled softly while barefoot,
my soul found the pulse
Earthen drumbeat,
secrets of a broken heart

We made our altars
of roses and ravens and water,
soft skin awash in white moonlight,
Sisterhood circles and weaving
wisdom of our dreaming hearts
We pass these black feathers to you
We pass these black feathers to you
We pass these black feathers to you