Lyrics

By Betsy Rose (adapted slightly)

Earth moves in a mysterious way
Her wonders to unfold
She fashions beauty out of clay
Like straw spun into gold
She holds us all within her breath
Enfolds us in her grace
We cling like children to her breast
This glowing jewel in space

I lose her face a thousand times
In crowded streets of fear
But when I gaze at starry skies
I see her shining clear
I lose her voice amidst the din
And clamor all around
But, (when) I listen to the wind
I hear her sacred sound

And though this human enterprise
Is poised 'tween hope and hell
Earth circles on her endless dance
And whispers, "All is well"
And in the darkest season
Amid the winter storm
She sings to us of spring to come
And keeps our spirits warm

Earth moves in a mysterious way
Her wonders to unfold
She fashions beauty out of clay
Our mother and our home