Remember Me

Remember me? 
I lived in a little house across the street. 
I'd ride my bike,
And park it by your feet in the pale moonlight. Hoping no one else could see 
The way I talk to you, 
You talk to me. 

I knew who you were, 
They told me what you did. 
But so distant were those mysteries 
To a Protestant kid. 
I knew you in a tree, 
I see you in the moon. 
I saw and felt you call me When I walked into my room. 

I never had your picture, 
But I still recall your face, 
And how you led me deeper
Into a state of grace. 
I heard about the stories, 
So many people wronged. But they never shook my faith in you
Or in your given song. 
And I will sing your names all three, 
I will sing your song. (Holy holy holy, mother all night long. 
Holy holy maiden mother crone) 
I know who you are, 
You never did me wrong. 
Gave me freedom to sing,
And I sing to you my own song. 
I'll climb the highest tree 
To see the farthest star.
You let me stay with you, 
You showed me who you are. 

And all I ask of you 
Is what you ask of me. 
All I ask of you . . .
Is remember me.
I lived in a little house across the street. 
I'd ride my bike,
And park it by your feet in the pale moonlight.
Park it by your feet in the pale moonlight.
Remember me.
Remember me.


Goddess inspiration--a song about following the voice inside to our special brand of deity despite conflicting opinions.