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This Gift, This Land - by Alisa Fineman
(songs from nature and of the sea)

I awoke one day, I opened
and felt a sense of place.
Though I fell back asleep
I didnt forget entirely.

This gift, this land, forever she flows on and on.
This gift, this land, so precious and we are the song.

Enfolding up my being, 
ever so soft among the leaves.
It almost feels like dying
to shed this cocoon and spread my wings.

Great mystery of this life,
fill me with dreaming.
Till I remember I belong
and walk a path of vision.

This gift, this land, forever she flows on and on.
This gift, this land, so precious and we are the song.

My spirit needs to run free,
to feel night to feel day.
A wilder land your soul can be
in refuge and knowing of place.

My spirit's like the eagle,
the last wild thing in me.
It searches for survival
and the land calls to me.

This gift, this land, forever she flows on and on.
This gift, this land, so precious and we are the song.

I sing a song of thanks,
for I am coming home.
The gifts of awe and wonder
that keeps a vision close.

Oh sacred circle,
of earth, wind, fire and sea.
Enduring time, sustaining life,
that keeps us family.

This gift, this land, forever she flows on and on.
This gift, this land, so precious and we are the song.

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with love...