Lyrics Heather Dale

Heather Dale

Sedna

Sedna roamed the deep -- the cold, forgotten deep

No one wants to be alone

From her hands they fell, children of the ocean’s swell

With ice’s twinkle given sight

She offered them a name and seals they all became

And laughing took a coat of dappled light

From her hands they fell, ever in the sea to dwell

Nimble-fingered, quick and lithe

She offered them a name and otters they became

Keepers of her secrets in the ice

From her hands they fell, the mightiest of all

Slow and gentle as the tides

She offered them a name and whales they all became

To tread the paths the lesser are denied