Where the hawk is the only bird to sing,
To the screech of the owl and the falcon's call,
Where night is a tribute you must bring.
Make your bed by the ruined rafters
Where the birds of ages make their home,
Deep in the pines a place to slumber,
A present where the past still roams..
THE MOON RIDES HIGH, SEASONS FLY,
YEARS PASS BY AND YOU WONDER WHY
YOU'RE WAITING.....
Once in that hall there was a maiden,
Waiting for her wedding day,
When over the mountains he'd come walking,
Both to be wed in silks so gay.
But skies were dark and snows were falling,
She waited three long days in vain
For her truelove to come a calling
But only a one-eyed pedlar came..
Two shepherds found him on the hillside
When the early snows began to thaw,
Your world is turned to stones and bracken
But still you wait by a spectral door.
At the break of day I left that hall,
Swung the stone, said my goodbyes,
I prayed for the soul of she who waits
In the picture with the anxious eyes.
THE MOON RIDES HIGH, SEASONS FLY,
YEARS PASS BY AND YOU WONDER WHY
YOU'RE WAITING.....