From the recording Go Down to the Low Down
Long ago, before the stars were made, oh I met you in that meadow.
All we saw, lit only by the moon; we were creatures in that nettle.
Simple of mind and simple of tongue, wise in the ways that water takes,
we were ancient and we were young, as the dawn that waits to break.
Oh mighty heart!
Oh thunder feet!
Oh restore my inner beast!
Standing firm to face the wind,
we greet our winter once again!
How our spinning world turned meadows into rows, moments turned to measured time.
Lovely fur stripped down to naked skin; I was not yours, you were not mine!
Electric light and electric sound! A world through windows seldom seen!
We are ancient and we are young as what has been and what will be!