Reflections in an empty mirror Floating worlds that come and goWhere rivers run down to the ocean And the rising tide meets with the flowFire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boilsIn the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toilWhite water rivers roar from mountain sides White-capped waves upon the seaI will cross the stormy ocean That keeps my love away from meFire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boilsIn the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toilI will build me a boat with crimson sail And voyage far from sight of landAmong the sounding silver whales Where danger lurks on every handFire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boilsIn the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toilNight birds cry and morning does Bring olive branches from the shoreEmbrace me now, O light of love Stay with me forevermoreFire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boilsIn the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toilWhere angels weep and men will toilFire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boilsIn the morning when we wake Where angels weep and men will toilFire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boilsFire on the joyous lake Thunder roars the cauldron boils