Lay Of The Land

So hold my hand, we’ll take this land,

we’ll fly from bay to bay,

'cos hawthorne mends a broken heart,

it’s the giver of hope they say-o

it’s the giver of hope they say

Singing shallelai, said the buds and the lyre, won’t you sing your song today

Plant your feet in the now, this is holy ground,

and this is the lay of the land–o–this is the lay of the land

The rhythm of the heart it is the only path

In the beat there is always chance

Cleansing in fire and spring comes fast

We will sing we will love we will dance-o-we will sing we will love we will dance

So dance into the sacred place

In the grief, the blood and the thorns

Wait without hope and wait without joy

Then ascend, release, transform-o-ascend release transform

So the hawthorn mends a broken heart

When we join our self inside

With he who does and she who feels

This is the turning of the wedding tide-o-this is the turning of the wedding tide