Mary was my mother's mother, and my sister too There's rain in the river, and there's a river running through To the sea around these islands, crying tears of sorrow and pain There's rain in the river, and there's a river in my veins Mary, young as we may be, you know The blood in you and me is as old as blood can be Is as old as blood can be As old as blood can be Living lines of memory drew the markings on my hand Ancient lines of living love awaken in this land Saying I am in the city, in the forest and the field I am in the bounty, come on know me as I yield I am in the falcon, in the otter and the stoat I am in the turtle dove, with nowhere left to go In the moment of blind madness, when he's pushing her away I am in the lover, and in the ear who hears her say Can we begin again, baby it's me again I know you are so different to me, but I love you just the same I love you just the same I love you just the same I love you just the same I love you just the same Mary Ethel Rudd, 1912-72 Though we never met in flesh, now I remember you A woman you were gentle, you were modest, you were kind A mother, wife and a gran, you were a woman of your time Do we know your life and colour? Do we celebrate your flame? Remembering your offering with a candle in your name Mary, young as we may be, you know The blood in you and me is as old as blood can be Is as old as blood can be Is as old as blood can be And I hear her say, I am in the living, I am in the dying too I am in the stillness, can you see me as I move? I am in the hawthorn, in the apple and the beech I am in the mayhem and the medicine of speech In the moment of blind madness, when he's pushing her away I am in the lover and in the ear who hears her say Can we begin again? Baby, it's me again I know you are so different to me, but I love you just the same I love you just the same I love you just the same I am in the living, I am in the dying too I am in the stillness, can you see me as I move? I am in the living, I am in the dying too I am in the living, I am in the dying too