Coven’s Lullaby

In the rings of the fallen tree
There is a soul of evergreen
A careful step over, into the clearing
The coven’s heart, in Yellowstone
In witches three we find our strength
In peaks and valleys, and geysers and pools
A hawk soars over the branching pines
Off the path, in Yellowstone
Circles round the dancing flames
Rituals sung since the shifting of stone
Three as one, to come from the shadows
Magics cast in Yellowstone
The sеasons change, and the fires burn
Thеre are three souls among the ash
Sometimes far, but always close
There is a home in Yellowstone
The embers float on the dawn’s first breeze
The things that once were are nothing but dust
New life comes with the waking of earth
There will be growth in Yellowstone
In the flight of the birds, they’ve known your name
They’ve seen you pass through your trials and pain
They see what’s to come in the bright stars
And they’ll find you when you don’t know where you are