When the moon on a cloud-cast'd night
Hung above the tree tops' height,
You sang me of some distant past
That made my heart beat strong and fast;
Now, my love, I'm home at last.
You offered me an eagle's wing
That to the sun I might soar and sing.
And if I heard the owl's cry,
Into the forest I would fly
And in its darkness find you by.
And so our love's not a simple thing,
Nor our truths unwavering;
But like the Moon's pull on the tide,
Our fingers touch, our hearts collide:
I'll be a Moons' breath from your side.
I'll be a Moons' breath from your side.
I'll be a Moons' breath from your side.
~ "Samain Night" by Loreena McKennitt