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
Fire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toil
White water rivers roar from mountain sides White-capped waves upon the sea
I will cross the stormy ocean That keeps my love away from me
Fire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toil
I will build me a boat with crimson sail And voyage far from sight of land
Among the sounding silver whales Where danger lurks on every hand
Fire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toil
Night birds cry and morning does Bring olive branches from the shore
Embrace me now, O light of love Stay with me forevermore
Fire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toil
Where angels weep and men will toil
Fire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils
In the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toil
Fire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils
Fire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils