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