Jillian Aversa - Generations lyrics

Deep in the brume of juniper and fern A moon overhead and stones at my feet I walked through a veil of cypress and birch And came to a surface painted with leaves Voiceless, a child appeared in the brush And smiled with a hush, all dusty and tanned And before I could speak, she ran to my side And knelt with a flow'r she placed in my hand Dancing, singing, voices ringing Rising, falling, giving, being Waiting, growing, teaching, knowing Waxing, waning, ebbing, flowing Faces gaze upon me Ageless figures some alive Deep in the brume of juniper and fern A moon overhead and stones at my feet I walked through a veil of cypress and birch And came to a surface painted with leaves Voiceless, a mother came with her child And smiled with a hush, all rosy and tanned And before I could speak, she walked to my side And knelt with a key she placed in my hand Without a sound They mouthed the words of mystery And I knew no translation For the history they gave to me Deep in the brume of juniper and fern A moon overhead and stones at my feet I walked through a veil of cypress and birch And came to a surface painted with leaves Voiceless, a crone appeared in the brush And smiled with a hush, all twisted and tanned And before I could speak, she fell at my side And lifted a tome she placed in my hand