The Mystic's Dream

A clouded dream on an earthly night
 Hangs upon the crescent moon
 A voiceless song in an ageless light
 Sings at the coming dawn
 Birds in flight are calling there
 Where the heart moves the stones
 It's there that my heart is longing for
 All for the love of you
 A painting hangs on an ivy wall
 Nestled in the emerald moss
 The eyes declare a truce of trust
 And then it draws me far away
 Deep in the desert twilight
 Sand melts in pools of the sky
 When darkness lays her crimson cloak
 Your lamps will call, call me home
 And so it's there my homage's due
 Clutched by the still of the night
 And now I feel you move
 And every breath is full
 So it's there my homage's due
 Clutched by the still of the night
 Even the distance feels so near
 All for the love of you
 A clouded dream on an earthly night
 Hangs upon the crescent moon
 A voiceless song in an ageless light
 Sings at the coming dawn
 Birds in flight are calling there
 Where the heart moves the stones
 It's there that my heart is longing for
 All for the love of you