There's a ring around the moon tonight

And a chill in the air

And a fire in the stars that hang

So near, so near There's a sound in the wind that blows

Through the wild mountain holds

Like the sighs of a thousand crying

Souls, crying souls There's a time when the traveler is fated to find

That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind

And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again

And lead to his weary journey's end, his journey's end In the passage from the cradle to the grave

We are born, madly dancing

Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days

We run on and on without a backwards glance

We run on and on without a backwards glance But I cast my fate with the wife of lot

I turned my gaze around

Knowing neither what I sought

Nor what was to be found Heeding weakness, feeding strength

Our life at length is frail

I seek again the river's source

Through time's dark shadowed veil In the fast fading century

As we spin through the years

I pray that our failing vision

Clears, our vision clears And in the passage from the cradle to the grave

We are born, madly dancing

Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days

We run on and on without a backwards glance

We run on and on without a backwards glance The places dash and the faces dart

Like fishes in a dream

Hiding 'neath the murky banks

Of long forgotten streams The lines of life are never long

When seen from end to end

'Cause the future's never coming

And the past has never been There's a ring around the moon tonight

And a chill in the air

And a fire in the stars that hang

So near, so near