In the time of dancing 
  I danced with you 
  under the moon, on the sweet earth. 
  In the time of singing 
  I sang with you  
 for our sweet lives, for our sweet sorrows.  
 In the time of heart-clan  
 I built you a fire   
to give us a vision, to warm the chill night.  
 In the time of travel 
  I walked with you daily 
  over the hills and alongside the river. 
  In the time of rooting   
we crafted a homestead 
  that met your desires. 
  In the time of stillness  
 I listened to the breath  
 of one I admired.  
 In the days of freedom 
  We laughed without caring  
 Our hearts were on fire.