Ah, they said - Time has wheeled on at last... A song of old a breath away from the past...
One alone - one whose heart was for all. Ah, they said, one who'd come for us all...
One of the spirits who danced from beyond the pale world A breath of the Godhead in Man, sweet sunlight in turn A child of the propeths, horn 'neath a wandering star, Honoured with gold and light of the Wise Men afar...
Ah, they said - Time has wheeled on at last... A song of old a breath away from the past...
One alone - one whose heart was for all. Ah, they said, one who'd come for us all...
With Orphean eyes he cries and he bleeds in his sleep His future, his present, his past, they all churn in the deep This Prophet of many this light with the Elder grown Leaves Bethlehem haunted and warring to face the unknown.