Moyra Stewart
Coming home from the wild places
Empty beaches, wide dense forests
Where the silence fills my soul with joy
That runs like a current into my hands
Feeding that passion within me
To make, and make, and make again
Coming home from the wild places
Empty beaches, wide dense forests
Where the silence fills my soul with joy
That runs like a current into my hands
Feeding that passion within me
To make, and make, and make again