Music and Lyrics © Loreena McKennitt
When the moon on a cloud cast night Shone above the tree tops' height, You sang me of some distant past That made my heart beat strong and fast. Now I know I'm home at last. You offered me an eagle's wing That to the sun might soar and sing. And if I heard the owl's cry Into the forest I would fly, And in its darkness find you by. So the love's not a simple thing, Nor our truths unwavering. Like the moon's pull on the tide, Our fingers touch--our hearts collide. I'll be a moonsbreath from your side. I'll be a moonsbreath from your side. I'll be a moonsbreath from your side. Appropriate for general inspiration