My tether withers without

The hearth

We feed them milk and honey

Mead and ale

We give them time

For time well spent

To get us here

They smile on my songs 

And bless me

With their voice in dreams

Their hands when I am lost

They know the way

An ancestor alone’s enough

To brave the storm

We hear them in the rain and call

Of wild birds hunting

They see us on the wing 

And they remember