(originally penned 6-16-04)
The North Wind roars across the mountains calling out my name.
I can feel the great Wind rushing past me, beckoning me home.
The ancient drums beat out a warriors song, telling me stories of my people.
I can feel the beating drum in my heart, beckoning me home.
The Owl brings me a message of great tidings from the Goddess Idhunn.
I can feel her blessing words ringing in my ear, beckoning me home.
The answer comes to me like a dream, telling me which path to follow.
And with each step I take, the journey leads me home.
The North Wind roars across the mountains calling out my name.
I can feel the great Wind rushing past me, beckoning me home.
The ancient drums beat out a warriors song, telling me stories of my people.
I can feel the beating drum in my heart, beckoning me home.
The Owl brings me a message of great tidings from the Goddess Idhunn.
I can feel her blessing words ringing in my ear, beckoning me home.
The answer comes to me like a dream, telling me which path to follow.
And with each step I take, the journey leads me home.
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