Be still, my soul,
when magic blossoms in your heart
a meadow like a cradle
whispers far beyond the horizon.
Be still, my soul,
the light is near,
a chant towards your sleep
when fairy dust and hope
rest on thy pillow, deep.
Be still, my soul,
and step into the rainbow.
As I love you, you love thy world
of joy, of wonder and of love.
Be still, my soul,
in dreams that are not yours
to keep, to grow.
In dreams forever hope;
they are one’s spirit’s greatest teachers.
Laugh and cry and feel
with all your roots
the holy water of the holy earth,
forever-loving mother,
forever-brightening sun.
I love you still, my world,
my love.
when magic blossoms in your heart
a meadow like a cradle
whispers far beyond the horizon.
Be still, my soul,
the light is near,
a chant towards your sleep
when fairy dust and hope
rest on thy pillow, deep.
Be still, my soul,
and step into the rainbow.
As I love you, you love thy world
of joy, of wonder and of love.
Be still, my soul,
in dreams that are not yours
to keep, to grow.
In dreams forever hope;
they are one’s spirit’s greatest teachers.
Laugh and cry and feel
with all your roots
the holy water of the holy earth,
forever-loving mother,
forever-brightening sun.
I love you still, my world,
my love.
