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