"Father, hold me"
The first words on my lips
Enfold me in holiness

"Come away now,"
she whispers familiarly sweet
Daughter, wake up
It's time for your singing

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