The pretty patterns of the valleyAre the order of the tribes,With neatly packed parcelsOf the people and their lives.All wrapped firmly and securelyIn the wooded arms of the hills,The place of people is safe and sureFrom the mountains and their wills.For the valleys and the coastlinesProvide our every need,From the bookshelf and the cooking fireTo our family and our creed.So people of the star-filled placeFrom the valley’s ordered length,Find room in your wandering heartsFor your dreaming, and it’s strength.And yet when we take a momentTo breathe the seaside breeze,Or lift our blinkered eyesTo the place above the trees.The sea will spray usWith her diamonds salty white,And the mountains roll a fogDown from the cold as crystal night.To touch us with the very wildernessAnd stir us from our haste,So our hearts cry to go wanderingTo find the dreaming place.So people of this star filled place,From the valley’s ordered length,Find room in your wandering heartsFor your dreaming, and it’s strength.Way above the ragged spursIn the belly of the clouds,You’ll meet the master of the patternsAs the Dream-Spinner, spins her charmsTo take you one a journeyThrough time at another pace,To show your wandering heartThe mountain dreaming place.Where the mountain air and starsWill light your darkest part,Then land you softly in the valleyWith the dreaming in your heart.So people of the star filled place,From the valley’s ordered length,Find room in your wandering hearts,For your dreaming and it’s strength.