Lyrics

Earth moves in a mysterious way
Her wonders to unfold
She fashions beauty out of clay
Like straw spun into gold

She holds us all within her breast
And folds us in her grace
We cling like children to her breast
This glowing jewel in space

I lose her face a thousand times
In crowded streets of fear
But when I gaze at starry skies
I see her shining clear

I lose her voice amid the din
And clamor all around
But if I listen to the wind
I hear her sacred sound

And in the darkest season
Amid the winter storm
She sings to us of spring to come
And keeps our spirits warm

Lyrics © 1989 Betsy Rose. Last verse by Laurie Lewis. Scottish melody