Cumberland Passing

One night on a lonely pilgrimage
I stumbled to your door
You brought me to some dusty ledge
A drink of wine to pour
Then you took a glass of ancient dreams from your shelf of fire
And filled it full by magic means
With your own, with your own
With your own desire

And here were all the seas to sail
And all the sails to fill
The guiding stars were all unveiled
The wind was at your will
But you looked out from your mask of pain
Indecision in your eyes
And all that lay, lay in vain
And turned, and turned to
Illusions, lies

Now I have long been on my way
Back to the paths of old
The darkest night returns to day
Reveals its core of gold
I do not search for reasons
Only fools would dare
I live the changing seasons
That we shall, that we shall not
That we shall not share

I cannot search for reasons
Only fools would dare
I live the changing seasons
That we shall, that we shall not
That we shall not share