"Father, hold me"
The first words on my lips
Enfold me in holiness
"Come away now,"
She whispers familiarly sweet
Daughter, wake up...
It's time for your singing
Mother Wisdom
She dresses me in sky
Through the night now
Stars are my slippers tonight
With my Father
She breathes on my neck
I wake, I stretch
This is coolness of Winter in harvest
Illumine, Illumine...
Illumine, Illumine...
By the moon-a
By the moon-a
By the moon-a
Illumine
Mother Wisdom
You hold me to your side
I can see now with clear eyes
With my Father
You breathe on my neck
I wake, I stretch
This is coolness of Winter in harvest