From the album Eve

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The Silence is the seed in her of everything she is
And falling through her body to the ground from which she comes
It finds a hidden place to grow and rises and flowers in old wild places
Where the dark edged cycle cannot go

from "Song of the Lark" by David Whyte

Lyrics

Song of the Lark
Aine Minogue

The sea cliff married the lark
And we waited
For the song that sings the bird
in the echo, of love

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CREDITS:

Jon Evans: Soundscape
Áine Minogue: Vocals