Olympian Whisper - Hymn to Hera

With grace she reigns, the peacock's pride, the queen on high so free
Adorning heavens, a tapestry for all to see
Bronze and gold, her temples shine, a testament, a plea
There comes a hymn to Hera, let her be
And in the hearts of mortal men, she plants her seeds of peace, oh
There comes a hymn to Hera, let her be

When all the souls beneath her watch, from ancient skies decree
And as they wander, hearts entwined, beneath the olive tree, oh

Let her be, let her be, let her be, let her be
From the throne of Olympus, let her be

Adorning heavens, a tapestry for all to be
There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead

There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead

There comes a hymn to Hera in her leaves

Beneath the firmament she stands, a beacon in the night
As stars align and whispers wind, she holds them ever tight
Through ages past, her stories cast, a mythos sown to sow
There comes a hymn to Hera, let it grow

Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow, let it grow
Harmony from Olympus, let it flow

Adorning heavens, a tapestry for all to be
There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead

There comes a hymn to Hera, let her lead

There comes a hymn to Hera in her leaves