Song: Of Elk Bone.

[cadhla]

I have been created of elk bone
Of deerskin and cedar and pine,
I have been created of the summer and her treasures
And ancient legends dreaming on the vine.

I have been created of stories
Of secrets and shadows and sin,
I have been created of the autumn and her pleasures
And ancient fables underneath your skin.

        So beat the drum my darling,
        Play the pipes and sound the horn.
        There's miles before the morning,
        And this night's why we were born.

I have been created of freedom
Of motion and madness and dance,
I have been created of the winter and her leisures
And ancient tales of widdershins romance.

I have been created of crow quills
Of hemlock and yarrow and rue,
I have been created of the springtime and her measures
And ancient pledges only made for you.

So beat the drum my darling,
        Play the pipes and sound the horn.
        There's miles before the morning,
        And this night's why we were born.

So beat the drum my darling,
        Play the pipes and call me home.
        There's miles before the morning,
        And my making was your own.