Primal Union

Tip top of the tree

The raven spreads her wings to fly

So effortlessly

She paints the sky a silver-grey


Got something to say

She sees the world below her

Hardly notices me

I am the guest who came to stay


Primal union

Primal union


Wings beating in time

The seeker listens to the wind

Eyes shut to the sun

The trickster cuts it with her cry


Not looking away

She feels the world around her

Hardly notices me

I am the guest who came to stay


Primal union

Primal union


Tip top of the tree

The raven spreads her wings to fly

So effortlessly

She paints the sky a silver-grey


Got something to say

She sees the world below her

Hardly notices me

Hardly notices me

Hardly notices me

I am the guest who came to stay


Primal union

Primal union


Words and music by Primal Union

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