The birds of the North have arrived and the dust swirls in the hills
Hey sister, the wind passed the roads and we are thirsty for a sign.
Come in peace, the grove reminds us, before we plant the last piece of land
And before the window will shut, please, come to us in peace.
Come in peace the gates will open, we have set the table and lit the candles
And before we will sing we'll wait until you come back.
The moss wraps the stone like a baby it's only mum
Our sister, the wind has passed in the fields and the rain in the palm of her hand
The stars will be inlaid in the sky the moon will be full
Our sister will find the lost lamb and will fondle it's wool