When we die, we return to our Mother
We unbelievers who believe so deeply
In love with everything
The wild violence that stirs
The seasons on Earth
And the lapping cosmic waves

When we die, we return to our Mother
We unbelievers who believe in everything
So deep in love
With the wild violence that stirs
The seas and the birds
And the lapping cosmic waves
That are our graves, our graves

When we die, we return to our Mother
We unbelievers who believe in love
So deep with everything
The wild violets and dandelions
That dance across my mind
On the lapping cosmic waves
That are our graves, our graves