A thousand miles away
Our hearts beat as one
As we ride the drum horse
To join the harvest dance.

As hooves thunder
Over mountains, valleys and plains,
Other drums answer and
The wildish women howl.

Sing the song of Harvest!
Bathe in the Crystalline Sea!
The old is in decay, the new
Earth-child we soon shall see.

A thousand, thousand miles
A thousand, thousand moons
The wheel of life still turns
And the wildish women howl.