Look to the skies and you will see her; 
as the buzzard soars in the wind drifts 
Look to the seas and you will hear her; 
as the seal dances with the moon tides 
Look to the earth and you will smell her; 
as the cow grazes on the clover life 

She is the mountain, the wind, the babbling brook; 
She is the red, hot fire of your blood 
and the stony cold rock of your bones; 
She is our landscape, 
She is everywhere, 
Present in everything 

Untouchable, immovable, timeless 
Grandmother, Wise Woman, An Cailleach 
She Whose Body is the Earth