Turn the sod
by hand, by God,
and through them plod,
each golden clod.
Till the soil
with plow and toil;
no seed will spoil
in that dark coil.
Stardust fell into a well
and there it swirled into a world,
a heart’s desire, born in fire
and we are starfall too, my love,
and we are starfall too.
Cut the peat
by hand, my sweet,
and we’ll have heat
and food to eat.
Sift the dust
where rubies rust
for diamond lust
in gold we trust.
Fire cooled where water pooled,
where rain’s devotion brought the ocean.
From the deep where secrets sleep,
we rise as starfoam waves, my love,
we rise as starfoam waves.
Dig the clay,
no other way,
by hand, I say,
lest grave give way.
Carve the stone
by hand alone
to shelter bone
of child and crone.
Now we stand upon the land
to live and love, as stars above
remember kin and take us in
for we are starfall too, my love,
for we are starfall too.
