The mother rhythm, the pulse of life
The turning of the seasons, the dance of day and night
In the circling of birds, in the swarming of the hive
In the shell of the seashore, in the gathering of tribes
In the sewing of our seeds, in the love that grows
In the beating of our hearts ancestral blood that flows into
The mother rhythm, the pulse of life
The turning of the seasons, the dance of day and night
In light and in darkness, despair and bliss
The collective codependence of the dance of opposites
In the phases of the moon, in the breath you take in
One is born one dies and the breath goes out again
The mother rhythm, the pulse of life
The turning of the seasons, the dance of day and night
When the rain falls on mountains and into run
Ever-flowing to the ocean reuniting into one with the
Mother rhythm in the tides of the sea
In the songs of the people as we pray for unity with
The mother rhythm, the pulse of life
The turning of the seasons, the dance of day and night
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024