When the moon on a cloud cast night
   Hung above the tree tops' height
   You sang me of some distant past
   That made my heart beat strong and fast
   Now I know I'm home at last
  
   You offered me an eagle's wing
   That to the sun I might soar and sing
   And if I heard the owl's cry
   Into the forest I would fly
   And in its darkness find you by.
  
   So our love is not a simple thing
   Nor our truths unwavering
   But like the moon's pull on the tide
   Our fingers touch our hearts collide
   I'll be a moonsbreath from your side.
  
   I'll be a moonsbreath from your side
   I'll be a moonsbreath from your side: