The Weaver - Trevor Hall

Like fire on a mountain

And bliss upon a star

A symphony of thunder

I look to where you are

All over the country

The thieve they like to roam

It’s you I must remember

The one to lead me home

The Great Mother is calling

«Don't waste your precious days

Time is of the essence

Heed these words I say»

The Master lives and breathes

In everything we are

I’m calling to his madmen

The madmen of the heart

The madmen of the heart

Way…

Madmen of the heart

Way…

Madmen of the heart

Way…

Madmen of the heart

Well if you reason now

You shall surely sink

Drowning in the water

As your hands up to the king

The path it has been shown

By ones who’ve gone before

Turn your gaze within

And start knocking on the door

Weave your actions well

Into the fabric of your soul

If you wander now

You’ll never find your way back home

The word it has been spoken

The Master isn’t far

I’m calling to his madmen

The madmen of the heart

The madmen of the heart

Way…

Madmen of the heart

Way…

Madmen of the heart

Way…

Madmen of the heart