Mountain dreaming

The pretty patterns of the valley
Are the order of the tribes,
With neatly packaged parcels
Of the people and their lives.

All wrapped firmly and securely
In the wooded arms of hills,
The place of people is safe and sure
From the mountains and their wills.

For the valleys and the coastlines
Provide our every need,
From the bookshelf and the cooking fire
To our family and our creed.

So people of this star-filled place
From the valley’s ordered length,
Find some room in your wandering hearts
For your dreaming, and its strength.

And when we take a moment’s time
To breathe the seaside breeze,
Or lift our blinkered eyes
To the place above the trees,

The sea will spray us
With her diamonds salty white,
And the mountains will roll a fog
Down from their cold as crystal night

To touch us with the wilderness
And stir us from our haste,
So that our hearts will cry to go wandering,
To find their dreaming place.

So people of this star-filled place
From the valley’s ordered length,
Find some room in your wandering hearts
For your dreaming, and its strength.

Way above the ragged spurs
In the belly of the clouds,
You’ll meet the master of the patterns
As the dream-spinner spins her charms

To take you on a journey
Through time at another pace,
To show your wandering heart
The mountain dreaming place.

Where the mountain air and the stars
Will light your darkest part,
And land you softly in the valley
With the dreaming in your heart.

So people of this star-filled place
From the valley’s ordered length,
Find some room in your wandering hearts
For your dreaming, and its strength.