The Root/A Presence

Gather me from my den Feed into a place with love Come hear the song of queens and clovers Weaving the way through you The world's work yet to be done When you wake up you'll find me Standing still in the sunlight The root as a means to a mend Awake you stir in/and comfort A presence Standing still Standing still in the sunlight The world's work yet to be done When you wake up you'll find me Standing still in the sunlight