Venus Hum Illumine
Mother Wisdom,
She dresses me in sky.
Through the night now,
Stars are my slippers tonight.
With my Father,
She breathes on my neck,
I wake, I stretch.
This is coolness of Winter in harvest.
Illumine, Illumine...
Illumine, Illumine...
By the moon-a
By the moon-a
By the moon-a
Illumine.
Mother Wisdom,
You hold me to your side
I can see now with clear eyes
With my Father,
You breathe on my neck,
I wake, I stretch.
This is coolness of Winter in harvest
