In darkness we cradled our sorrow
And stoked all our fires with fear
Now these bones that lie empty and hollow
Are ready for gladness to cheer.
(Chorus) By night and day we’ll sport and we’ll play
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away
And we follow the heron home.
— Karine Polwart
and from the quote box just now:
It is often wonderful how putting down on paper a clear statement of a case helps one to see, not perhaps the way out, but the way in. — Arthur Christopher Benson