Yes She is a free spirit and she moves with elegance and grace As her hair flows around her like the flames of the forest in the summer's midday With careless abandon her worries give way to an unborn strength A courage she has not yet known And as joyful tears swell up in her eyes A new song floods into her soul Resurrecting the old memories she saves in her chest Close to the well of her heart Let it overflow Let it flood and bring crystal waters into the boards of this burning home And lay the flames to rest Spring up O' well, spring up O' well! Bring life to the ruins of her family's bones And refresh the souls of the dead with a love unbound Yes, raise up the dead Bring strength to the withered limbs of the sick And replace the pain of her death with a joy unknown No longer will the widows weave deceit No longer will they proclaim mockery No longer will they take her dreams For she is her father's daughter And He will guard her heart As she continues to dance with grace forever The claws and the beaks of the crows They will never take hold of her dress For her father holds her gently From the day of her conception To beyond the day that she is lowered into the earth For she is not bound to her burdened body For she is forever a free spirit And she will forever sing Return to me my weary child And find your rest eternal