All in the day that I was born,I walked across the shouting corn,I saw the sunlight flash and hailFrom every spire and every sail;But most I leaned against the skyTo hear the eagles racing by,And all the safety of the wombCould not betray me, lure me home.

All in the day that I was wedI saw them strew my bridal bed.I smelled the wind across the sheetsBreathing of lavender and sweetsThat neither sea nor meadow knew;And when my bride was brought to viewI kept a hundred candles litAll for light and the joy of it.