With skies of trouble and Earth concealed
the Witness struggles, his name revealed

In the fog men will sit and wonder
what they would see
as the sound of the distant thunder
dissuades the meek

In the sound we have found the Mother
In space we dream
With the Earth and the skies above her
we blend and breathe

Golden Angel, lead me on home
you hold the answers, I know
Oh, sweet darlin, your eyes are tomes
of endless magic untold

In the night we will guide each other
through pass and deep
With the light of the mind upon us
in sand we'll sleep