Wind blows, lifts you up,
Lets you touch the sky.
And the fire burns your spirit black,
Forges freedom’s cry.
Water flows through your veins,
Becomes your salty tears.
And the earth she turns upon her course,
Marks your living years.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of change,
That’s the sound of change,
Oh, that’s the sound of change.
One spirit in the dark,
Like a candle wavers.
Many spirits joined as one,
Burn with the power of the blazing sun.
There is strength in community,
A circle empowering you and me.
The circle binds yet sets us free,
In the Goddess’ name, so mote it be.
Matter suffused with its own inner light,
Raising the Feminine to conscious insight,
Strong, radiant container: Sophia!
Dark, intuitive receiver: Sophia!
Responding with vibrancy to the earth’s plight,
Providing a balance to masculine flight.
© 1997 by Christian Williamson from the album I Am
