Sentinel
The song is a poem about nature but it has lots of metaphors that related with all the little creatures that have been important in her life journey and that are gone or will go soon. Life and death is also a nature cycle, an ever-changing landscape.
Silver branches of slender birches in the breeze
then a sudden gust of wind rustles playfully in their leaves
and it's humming softly the magic words
of the spell I am under
But if you whisper softly into my ears
I will keep all your secrets
And if you whisper softly into my ears
I will keep all your secrets
And I'll become your guardian
your sentinel
And when the winding path lead my weary feet back to the coast
(one day they will trod on yonder shores)
and the tidal waves are lifting as they make the oceans roar
(when they lash against the rocks)
and the seagulls are squealing over my head
against clouds moving swiftly
but if you ask me to ride on your foamy edge
and get caught in the undertow
I will carry with me your unspoken vows
and dive to hide them deep fathoms below
and the embers of a dying firelight
fill our eyes with starlight
and the embers of a dying firelight
fill my eyes with starlight
and the emerald tapestry of the meadows is so soft
and the teeming air is full of wings fluttering aloft
and splatters of a myriad of yellow blooms
show the path I will follow
but if you ask me to veil all your hidden ways
I will keep them all secret
but if you ask me to seal all your hidden gates
I will keep them all secret
and I'll become your guardian
your sentinel
and I'll become your guardian
your sentinel
