For Hildegard (Canon in B Phrygian)
I with my head held tall
Clothed in my mother's shawl
Called to the towers high
In the season of goodbye
In the season of the sun
I with my heart of one
Call to the angels high
Bless this lover with the sky
When the snowfall yields to rain
When the rivers flow again
I with my Maker stand
Behold the turning of the land
Listen to the in between
Where the here and there convene
Call to the heavens wide
Sing them to the earthen side
When the cold wind touches the shore
It will have been a year or more
Called to the towers high
In the season of goodbye
Writer/s: Raine Hamilton
