The Mystic's Dream

Loreena McKennitt

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 calling
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.
Where deep in the desert twilight
Sand melts in pools of the sky,
When darkness lays her crimson cloak
Your lamps will 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;
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.