The country house sat quiet and empty for twenty years White, ghostly peaceful for twenty years Waiting for children to make their rounds across its grounds once more The country house was quiet and empty for twenty years The country house waits The country house was still and forgotten for twenty years Only stars and coyotes broke the silence here What quiet days to learn motherhood ways Come and stay (What tall tree canopy from the kitchen i see) The country house was still and forgotten for twenty years The country house waits The country The country house The country The country house The country house waits for us Overgrown fruit trees, fragments of gates A dried-up creek, coiled up snakes Whispering tall trees all around you hear What do you fear? A doorway through cobwebs and blackberry vines that brings forth and tends another Beginning a time of land and sky of learning to walk as a mother learning to walk as a mother The first time of birth-time, a primal time is made for a quiet land To be held by a house, waiting to hold a family by the hand Let's sweep out the cobwebs, pull back the vines Growing through the place entwined Bring forth children, it's our duty to wake up this sleeping beauty to wake up this sleeping beauty Country house waits