Air whips at my face
Interfering with my grace
Crazy tendrils of hair
Kiss the air
Clothes full of leaves
Scratches up to my knees
Aroma of green and fire
To the hell I call home I shall never retire
Under the canopy of trees and night
Stars always in sight
Blankets of grass to keep me warm
To the moon I shall be sworn
We'll have a daughter of night and green
We'll teach her all that we've seen
And in the future she'll be the one
To have a daughter with the sun
