I'll find a secret cave And there I will spend There I will spend the Winter I'll gather what I've saved Through Autumns of bright Autumns of bright sun Collecting wild grain In baskets of fine Baskets of fine woven wicker I'll know each plant by name And which I can eat Which I must leave alone Berries and seeds All of my needs at hand Almonds and maize And fruit that's been traded from faraway lands I'll build a bed of moss And if I should chance If I should chance, some fur and some feathers I'll weave a rug of wool In colours of Earth And patterns of spirals and stars Mirroring sky And secrets of Nature's form Seen when the eyes are closed And a deeper vision is born I'll build a hearth of stone And always a fire Always a fire will be burning To brighten up my home And fill all the shadows Fill all the shadows with light I'll scry into the flame And vision the life Vision the life that I'm learning When Spirit calls my name I'll offer a song Embroidering music with words Here by the fire All I require is stillness Here by the fire All I require is stillness Here by the fire All I require is stillness