Reflections in an empty mirror
Floating worlds that come and go
Where rivers run down to the ocean
And the rising tide meets with the flow
Thunder roars the cauldron boils,
In the morning when we wake,
White -capped waves upon the sea
I will cross the stormy ocean
That keeps my love away from me
Thunder roars, the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake
Where angels weep and men
I will build me a boat with crimson sail
And voyage far from sight of land
Where danger lurks on every hand
Thunder roars the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake,
When angels weep and men will toil
Night birds cry in morning dust
Bring olive branches from the shore
Embrace me now, oh light of love
Thunder roars the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake
Where angels weep and men will toil