When the wind breathes down the slope
It soothes the weary bone
Our mother's mothers sew their hope
In tapestries of stone
Our father's fathers beaten brow
Lashed by thistle and thorn
Till more sow more break new ground
Know labors' cursed scorn
The midwife moon like a mother tending
I know the mountain brought us forth
From root to rising in our ending
For when they lay your bones down
There we will be homebound
Sons and daughters listen hard
While your youth is fleeting
Mind the men who make their mark
Watch the women weaving
Briar Borders can be found
In the summer's setting
Boundary is a hand-me-down
The rocky cleft for cleaving