Roots of Karametra - The Fire In The Orchard

Yah yah yah yah Children of Karametra, Gather ‘round, come on! Harvest and feast, come on! Dance and sing, come on! Celebrate, come on! Naya! Naya! Naya! We built our homes where the foothills open Stone and cedar, clay and vine Children running with dusty bare feet Nobody counting borrowed time Smoke rising from the cookfires Fruit hanging low and wild Dogs asleep beneath the tables Old songs carried mile by mile No gates around the gardens No towers scraping sky Only enough for all the people And enough to leave behind Eat together Work together Dance until the stars appear Bring the fire to the orchard Bring the drum into the field Bring your scars and bring your stories Nothing living has to kneel Raise your voice into the mountains Let the rivers answer back Life is not meant to be survived… It is meant to be lived alive! There’s a woman teaching weaving Under fig trees by the spring And a hunter bringing venison For whoever didn’t eat The warriors build the greenhouses The gardeners carry stone The strongest people in the village Are the ones who help the old Every feast begins with silence Every silence ends with song Nobody saying Earn your place Because being born was invitation enough. Eat together Work together Dance until the stars appear Bring the fire to the orchard Bring the drum into the field Bring your scars and bring your stories Nothing living has to kneel Raise your voice into the mountains Let the rivers answer back Life is not meant to be survived… It is meant to be lived alive! Not every paradise is peaceful. Sometimes paradise is loud. Children shouting. Dogs barking. Someone burning bread. Someone laughing too hard. Someone drumming badly. Someone kissing in the kitchen. The earth never asked us To become less alive! Eat together Work together Dance until the stars appear Bring the fire to the orchard Bring the drum into the field Bring your scars and bring your stories Nothing living has to kneel Raise your voice into the mountains Let the rivers answer back Life is not meant to be survived… It is meant to be lived alive! Bring your hunger Bring your passion Bring your body Bring your soul And if Karametra ever calls us… May she find us Dancing barefoot With fruit juice on our hands And smoke in our clothes