Through The Horned Clouds Lyrics & Chords By Robin Williamson

By Robin Williamson
Robin Williamson: Guitar, indian flute, oboe, piano, cello and vocal.
I see your faces
blown through the horned clouds
in the silent cities
they call me so loud
come through the fire
come through the foam
come at the world's night
call the herds home
dearest child dearest child
Most High
please don't let our fancy die
till all the grapes are gathered from the vine
when you come
will you sound the harp
give to the blind
cat's eyes in the dark
o will we know you for what you are
you who have come so far
sweetest fair sweetest fair
Most High
don't let them cut that ladder before its time
for all the grapes to be gathered from the vine
He comes again
She comes again
through the mist of time
through the mist of rain
no more words my heart brims over
in the sea of circustance
rows for the rocky shore
we who have sworn
by the dead and the unborn
wheels within wheels
O Most High.