w&m Anne Hills
© Raven Heart Music
From Anne’s album Points of View
Spring came with a dusting of snow upon the pines
Love flew with the wilder geese straight north in crooked lines
Life grew, buds were reaching out as roots pushed deeper down
It was time, it was time to leave the town.
Head west let the wagon wheels find ruts along the road
No more left to gather up, yet heavier grows the load
Step out walk the reedy fields and find a piece of earth
It is time, it is time for giving birth
Mother and child are one, alone
Mother and child alone, are one.
Breathe in, let the crying of your mother call your name
Breathe out, every breath is different, every one the same
Lay back, you have labored long, the child against your breast
It is time, it is time to take your rest
Mother and child alone, are one.
Mother and child are one, alone
New year stretching forward under endless prairie skies
Wild rice, and the quarter moon reflected in her eyes
Blessed, blessed the abundant land and now the rain may fall
It is time, it is time and time is all