You wake in a limestone bed
Cold salt on your heavy head
Deep roots in the heavy clay
Wait for a single ray
Golden Flora, catch the white light
Turning the cavern bright
Petals of gilded gold
Stories the soil has told
The *Primula* starts to glow
Watching your breathing slow
Sift through the grit and sand
Reach for a steady hand
Golden Flora, catch the white light
Turning the cavern bright
Petals of gilded gold
Stories the soil has told
Breathe in the humid air
Wild pollen in your hair
Scent of a damp green stone
You are no longer alone
Golden Flora, catch the white light
Turning the cavern bright
Petals of gilded gold
Stories the soil has told
Dig deep in the loam and peat
Feel the subterranean heat
Wait for the sun to break
Wait for the child to wake
*Calendula* burns like fire
Lifting your spirit higher
Green stems and velvet skin
Where the new mornings begin
Golden Flora, catch the white light
Turning the cavern bright
Petals of gilded gold
Stories the soil has told
Golden Flora
Deep in the clay
Golden Flora