The year is a dancing woman Who is born at the coming of spring The year is a dancing woman Of her birth and death we sing In spring she comes to power When the red of her moonbloods come And she dances and spins towards summer To the beat of her passion's drum 'Tis then she becomes so fertile With the life that is to come And she flows with the love that feeds us 'Til the harvest time is done Then dances and spins towards darkness All dressed in autumn fire To descend to the time of shadow And rest from the world's desire Now her hair is touched with silver Winter's wisdom claims her soul And she births the spirit within us Bringing light and hope to us all Igniting a blaze in the darkness To kindle the coming spring Then dreams 'til her resurrection And her story again begins... (Song by Shekhinah Mountainwater) (Art by Trea Jensen)