Circle of Seasons - Tori Amos

Silver glimmer

Out of the sea

Out of the sea

Out of the sea

Out of the sea

Out of the sea

Out of the sea

A Shepherdess watches

And speaks to me from the cliff

«You know that you

You walk the ancient path

The oldways track

Whose secret currents

Snake through the land

St Michael and The Mary Line»

Pirouette through

A circle of seasons

Stay with me so that

Neither of us can forget

Being Little Puddle Jumpers

To running

Running with the rain

Forever young in our hearts

May we stay

On The Michael and The Mary Line

Silver glimmer

Mysteries

Hidden for centuries

Will rise again

Mysteries

Hidden for centuries

Will rise again

Called now to take

The ancient pilgrimage

Midwinter’s Eve

To trace the secret currents

That serpentine

St Michael and The Mary Line

Pirouette through

A circle of seasons

Stay with me so that

Neither of us can forget

Being Little Puddle Jumpers

To running

Running with the rain

Forever young in our hearts

May we stay

St Michael and The Mary Line

On The Michael and The Mary Line

We will see this through

Till the Sun rises new