The Dragon

The dragon rising from the cave
From the cauldron of rebirth
The sleeping one again awakes
From within the olden earth.

Sweep my hand across the grains
My eyes a violet sky to meet
A flower on a scarlet day
A weed amidst the golden wheat.

The mistletoe shall ever grow
Within the grove of magic dreams
The serpent in the round of oaks
The medicine of poison leaves.

Sweep my hand across the grains
And thank the blessed giving rains
For the dragon is born again
And none have ever lived in vain.

The earth trembles with blessed dreams
And the unseen dreamer weaves the seams
The rainbow serpent has taken flight
And the magic dream has come to life.

When harvest skies are cold and grey
Fol de rol I'm on my way
Through winter nights and summer days
Fol de rol I'm on my way.

Sweep my hand across the grains
Fol de rol I'm on my way
For the dragon is born again
And fol de rol I'm on my way...