The falconer is sitting on His summer sand at dawn Unlocking flooded silver cages And with a silver din arise All the lovely faces And the lovely silver traces erase My empty pages
The falconer is sitting on His summer sand at dawn Beside his singing silver waves And his dancing rebel race That compose ahead of timeless time A sound inside my candle light
Father child Angels of the night Silver frame my candlelight
Father child Angels of the night Silver frame my candlelight
The falconer is sitting on His summer sand at dawn Unlocking flooded silver cages And with a silver din arise All the lovely faces And the lovely silver traces erase My empty pages