Wild Woman Dreams, A Song With African Harp

This tribal folk song with ngoni (African harp), flute, and vocals is dedicated to the wild feminine in all of us. This is for all who are part of the earth and the sky, who hear the laughter of the wind and are connected to every other wild thing. She’s the mother, she’s the child She’s the weaver of all things wild Speaks the language of the trees And paints the fabric of our dreams Curling like a shell with magic in its turns Unfurling like the fronds of a tender green fern She dances, she imagines, She creates and she dreams Colours bright and swirling With pohutukawa seams She hears the laughter of the wind She calls the cry of forest kin Feels the pulse of fairy wings She chants the song of wild things. Her heart is wide, warm, and giving She sprinkles gold by lovingly living A playful glint of mischief in her eye She turns plain dirt into sunset sky She’s the mother, she’s the child