From life to life they shift and change
These generations of the land.
But in her song they stay the same:
Their faces, passions, fears and dreams.
She heard them in the Northern lands.
They sang an echo to her song:
A stone that skimmed across a lake
Becomes a pike that took the bait.
And further on, within the song,
Their stories told of ancient days:
Of when the pike itself could sing,
Of when the Earth became a lake.
She heard them try to sing her song:
Each generation one verse on.