Dwarfed by the sky at night These fearless mountains are nearly lost from sight Track the hill with a harvest moon Moving, shifting on across a winter sky
My thoughts drift away An Illusion of light Feel the rain in the air Where the thin mist is hiding, shrouded [I'm] there
When each day is sacred, When each hour is sacred, When each instant is sacred, Earth and you, space and you, bearing the sacred through time; You'll reach the fields of light.