Her father was looking for her one day

I heard him call her name

I told him I saw her often

He said he wished he could say the same.

He had blue eyes like hers and hair as blond

He seemed kind and gentle too

So I knew that's where she got that from

So I told him what I knew:

"She's working building highways

In a town up north from here

She won't be hard to find

They all know and love her there."

It's good sometimes to meet the dad

Of one of these young friends

Especially if they're good folk too

With love that never ends

We love our loved ones deep

But then they go their ways

And like as not we won't see them

For many lonesome days

Life's like that and much it hurts

And much we aught to mend

I find myself confused, amazed

How distant our roads wend.

In the dawn with foxglove and the dew

She feels the colors of the day

With heart both old and new,

At the crossroads she may go or stay...

Upon the ever-changing shore

Barefooted in the sands

Our world is aching in its core

Anglelbirds fly o're the lands

Feel the aching of a thousand worlds

Winged friends cry from sky's eternal pearls...

Amidst creation she is in the Goddess' hands...