Little singer on the mountain

by from the album Thunderheart
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Little singer on the mountain

Little singer on the mountain
Little singer on the mountain
You weave a song of homespun gold

I heard it echo round the mountain
I heard it echo round the mountain
Just before the cockerel crowed

I heard it first when I lay sleeping
And she kissed me in my dream
And then again when I went walking
I felt her breath upon the breeze

And I believe in her
And I receive from her
And I will honour her
And I have grieved with her

And I have lived with her
And I have died with her
And I have seen all hallows gate

There’s an eagle on the mountain
There’s an eagle on the mountain
And seven sleepers in the caves

I have no need of any lantern
There’s no need for any lantern
For her sweet love lights the way

On the nightingale’s blue mountain
Hallelujah in the stars
The air is sweet and pure, and holy
I am anointed in my heart

And so her word is God
And now her love is God
And then her truth is God
And her pure light is God

And I live in her grace
And I have kissed her face
I kissed her face

Whosoever takes her hand
Will by the angels then ascend
While mighty thunder doth command
A chasm in the firmament

But where she be
Then love will reign
We’ll live in mercy
Not in pain
No more pain
No more pain

There’s a spring inside the mountain
There’s a spring inside the mountain
Where those waters make me whole

I saw her angels in her garden
I saw her angels in her garden
There are twelve of them in all

There are twelve kingdoms and twelve blessings
And twelve stations of the soul
Twelve knights and twelve apostles
And twelve gates are made of pearl

And I can hear her song
And I can sing her song
And I adore her song
And I revere her song

And I proclaim her song
And I become her song
And I dissolve into her song…

Thunderheart, Little singer on the mountain