Hera
Twenty eight thousand years ago
In the winds of Jasper
Heavy stood wood against the stone
Arrow bent past her
She watched as you came falling
Through air where you were bare
Closing both her hands
You were in bound gold
Hera
In the morning she'll wake you
Come the hour of Hera
In the morning she'll wake you
Twenty eight thousand years ago
by arms of Jasper
Water drew around her
Colours were rich and fair
You'd never dared to care
But as your head grew soft and calm
You were bound in gold