Dance To Your Shadow

Many of my wanderings I cloak a feather's frame,
When spirits stir like birds of air,
That's when he sails away,
And my maid is called blue water,
I heard his grass is green,
They cannot stop my serenade,
For human love has failed,
Human love has failed me,

Dance to your shadow: When it's hard to be living,
Dance to your shadow: When there's nothing there to heal you,
Dance to your shadow: When it's hard to be living,
Dance to your shadow: When there's nothing there to heal you,

On my race on through the battle field to pray in sacred grooves,
Our nature's secrets onto me, by winds that pierce the soul,
I'm a shade an ancient diving tree between half tide and flood,
The sickle of it's root protect the prophet of the woods,
The prophet of the woods,

Dance to your shadow: When it's good to be living,
Dance to your shadow: When there's nothing there to fear you,
Dance to your shadow: When it's fine to be living,
Dance to your shadow: When there's nothing there to fear you,

My only certain resting place, asleep in hollowed ground,
Mother Earth, her lullaby gives solace to my wounds,
And I drink my cold,
blue water from a place from a called Labyrinth Square,
Where spirits stir like birds of air,
And sweetly stir to tell,
Sweetly stir to tell,

Dance to your shadow: Letting fate to riddle,
Dance to your shadow: When there's nothing there to heal you,
Dance to your shadow: For it's fine to be living,
Dance to your shadow: When there's nothing there to heal you,