[Intro] Ooh... ah... Ooh... ah... [Round - Overlapping Canon] Rise with the morning, ride on her breath, over the far fields, down and home again. Rise with the morning... Ride on her breath... [Verse 1] I am her sweat when I leave her, her rain when she calls me home. Nothing returns as it left, love-- only lifted, changed, and borne. And some of what I'm bearing was somebody, before. [Verse 2] Dew on the silk--let it silver. Moon in the trough--let it glow. Scent on the wind--carry farther. Drop in the glass--let it show. [Round - Overlapping Canon] Rise with the morning, ride on her breath, over the far fields, down and home again. Ooh... down and home... Rise... home again... [Verse 3] The lace that catches the many wears me silver at first light. You can't wrap a thing that keeps moving. Can't bait a thing with no appetite. By noon I am gone from the parlor, up where no thread can climb. I leave every web holding sunlight and nothing of me behind. [Verse 4] And when I come down, I don't choose-- on burrow, bean row, and snare. I don't bargain. I don't remember. Ask the rain. The rain was there. (The rain was there.) (I was there.) [Closing - Four Voices Separate] The earth breathes me out in the morning. She gathers me home in the night. Four voices. One water. One rising. One hanging. One beading. One falling. Round again. Rise. [Final Round - Beatless Fall] Rise with the morning... Ooh... Ride on her breath... Ah... Over the far fields... Ooh... Down and home-- Rise with the morning...
