Gula at the Gate

[Verse 1] The iron gate swings open on a rusted hinge of time Gula walks the velvet shadows where the ancient planets climb A hound of golden silence trots beside her flowing hem She’s pulling stitches from the dark, a healing diadem The alchemy of midnight, in the palm of her hand Gula calls the fever down to settle on the sand [Chorus] Oh, Gula’s weaving in the light, she’s mending what was torn In the cosmic loom of morning where the broken hearts are born With a whisper for the marrow, and a secret for the bone She’s the medicine of ages, and she never walks alone (Gula’s weaving in the light) [Verse 2] She holds a prism to the sun to catch the fractured ray Bending colors into salves to wash the pain away The rose blooms in the desert where Gula’s shadow dared to fall She answers every heartbeat that is trapped behind the wall The stars are needles threading through the fabric of the sky She watches every sickness with a patient, amber eye [Chorus] Oh, Gula’s weaving in the light, she’s mending what was torn In the cosmic loom of morning where the broken hearts are born With a whisper for the marrow, and a secret for the bone She’s the medicine of ages, and she never walks alone (Gula’s weaving in the light) [Bridge] Iron turns to stardust, the prism turns to glass She gathers up the pieces as the heavy seasons pass The hound lets out a spirit-howl, a low and sacred sound The magic Gula wields is deep within the cradle of the ground Nothing is forgotten, nothing left to fade She’s the architect of mercy in the tapestry she made [Verse 3] So let the rose be offered for the wounds that have been healed By Gula, of the herbal path, the secrets unrevealed The iron in your blood is just the echo of her spell A rhythm in the darkness where the living spirits dwell She finishes the pattern as the dawn begins to break A masterpiece of healing for the weary spirit’s sake [Chorus] Oh, Gula’s weaving in the light, she’s mending what was torn In the cosmic loom of morning where the broken hearts are born With a whisper for the marrow, and a secret for the bone She’s the medicine of ages, and she never walks alone (Gula’s weaving in the light) [Outro] Gula weaves... she weaves... The hound is at the gate Gula weaves... she heals... Don't fear the hand of fate (Ooh, the prism turns...) (The rose begins to bloom...) Rest now, child. Rest now.