Dreamtime

The sun falls down behind the mountain glowing out,

behind the mountain glowing out...

The old red clock measures her time out in me.

My dream secret is very close.

The trusty old gate holds his key out to me.

The night is covering my eyes.

Come the dawn,

I shall cry tears of moon.

Holy circles of stones they'll become,

and call me to the valley of ancients.

Dreamtime, Dreamtime,

Let me on beating wings into your land.

Ghost of my ancestors,

tune me that tone

in the song of the stars, I can carry!

The arc of heaven's spitting stars glowing out,

Heaven's spitting out stars glowing out.

The same red clock ticks her time out in me.

The night covers my eyes.

In dreampast

I see the rainwoman dance,

as, in pulse of the drums, she cradles me,

divinely arriving at humanhood.

Dreamtime, Dreamtime,

Let me on beating wings into your land.

Ghost of my ancestors,

tune me that tone

in the song of the stars, I can carry!

Ancient savante - venerable woman,

In eternity's fiery womb

let me glow out

and be renewed!

Dreamtime's revealing her veils to me,

now she comforts the night with the day.

© 2000 music: Kristian Schultze words: B.Swan / Elfi Ammann

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