Mother’s Work The heart is not a place To touch or see I can massage it easily But I can't cure it Mother's work is never done Never satisfied I'm not the only one But I endure it I turn to Mother Nature now She releases me I empty out empty out And renew in my spirit I’ll dance beneath the silver moon (Somersault into the sea) Pull you close to me (Sing my song high up a tree) Lay me down and tenderly Drink from your waters The heart is not a place To touch or see Its rhythm rules inside of me But you can tame it Mother’s work is never done She plants her seeds And one by one one bye one She works her magic Oh Mother’s work is never done Tend to your needs in side What dreams may come To pass when we all dream it