Gaea, is your heart of gold?
I will make of it a fine necklace
To place around my lover's throat

Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos

Gaea, is your heart of wood?
I will make of it fine furnishings
To grace each room of my abode

Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos

Gaea, is your heart of stone?
I will cut and grind it to gravel
To build my towers and my roads

Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos
Ebtietomos

© 2001 Bruce V. Bracken