Wedding Song
for John and Henny
Today our gold is mixed and made
As we kneel and wash in this stream
That runs like breath across this glade
Into our common dream
And all our gifts are assembled here
On this day in the sight of the world
The ardour of our age grows clear
See the banners unfurled
Sing me for you and the wind blows true
Sing you for me and the wind blows free