When I first heard your heartbeat, it was drumming out across the earth
It started deep, down in red clay
And worked its way on up to birth
When I first new you were coming,
Old trees bowed their heads to me
They had held you in their roots, you see,
And couldn’t wait for us to meet!
When I first knew you were coming, the wind wept joyfully
She was an old, old friend of yours
And she had danced among the trees
For many centuries
Calling your body up from the dust and your soul down from the stars.