I was born to a giant in a small frame
Who roared like a lion but softest she sang
To her babes in the meadow on a hill in the fog
Where she’d dance with the fairies
And cry to the gods
Now I see how far we’ve come
From the days when we were young
I gave birth to a warrior barely awake
He cried then laid his head for seven days
I meant to hold him as the roots, the river bank
As I’m held by the women
Who I could never thank
Don’t you know our time is spun
Upon the days when we are one
We are all of us made of the same things
Made of dust, and of spirit and of heartache
In our joy and our sorrow
We’re finding our strength
For the love for tomorrow
And the world we create
Now I know how time is spun
upon the days when we are one
