Every child born of woman And passion's pleasure sparked seed Seeks the breast of the mother In time of comfort or need And the breast of the mother Calms the child in us all And we all soon discover We come to her when she calls And the year wheel turns, Gaia circles ♪ And the Earth floats in starlight Heaven's bright foetal sea And breeds life in the shadows With sunlight's passion sparked seed And the wealthy in sorrow With the poor who are blessed At the end of our season We turn to her to rest And the year wheel turns, Gaia circles