I'm Welcome, you're listening to Druidcast 22.

Thank you. This song, which I'm about to sing you, this song, which I'm about to sing you, took 15 years to write.

I just worked it out with Anne walking down the road a minute ago.

What year was it?

We did that.

And this song took 15 years to write.

Okay. 15 years to write.

In caverns so dark where the eye cannot see,

the seal people swim and their voices are light,

where the kelp fronts all sway in the tug of the tide the mother's dark forest all hit from our sight mama primordial sea womb of the mother and cauldron of dreams

deep dark a comfort to me waters of life flow around me.

I stand on these rocks where you circle the sky and carve out the coastline's rugged old face.

The papers are piping for the tide it is low, and I bow and I swear to sing of this place.

Ma, my, primordial sea, womb of the mother and cauldron of dreams.

Deep, darker comfort to me, waters of life flow around me.

Out there on the ocean where the whalefishers swim brave folk go forth with their oars in

their sails to harvest the silvery larder of shoals through white cap mountains and hailstorms and gales

ma ma primordial sea womb of the mother and cauldron of dreams

Deep, darker comfort to me

Waters of life flow around me

I can remember a long time ago

I lay in your pool and I felt your embrace

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