Under a Beltane Sun

My shackled feet they long to be free from
This modern Rome
The ancient moors and the granite shores they are
Calling me home
Sometimes this city is too much to bear
I hear a calling in my soul
The Mother’s waterways will take me
Where life has begun
Under a Beltane Sun
Cuckoo calls and the seed falls as the
Children play
Skylark sings to the swift on the wing in the
Bright clear day
Salmon swims and the diamond stream sings with
The blackbird’s song
Voice in the breeze well it whispers please won’t you
Sing along