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Robin Williamson
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Through the Horned Clouds
Lyricist:Williamson Robin D H
I see your faces Blown through the horned clouds In the silent cities They call me so loud
Come through the fire Come through the foam Come at the world's night Call the herds home
Dearest child, dearest child Most high Please don't let our fancy die Till all the grapes are gathered from the vine
When you come Will you sound the harp? Give to the blind Cat's eyes in the dark
Oh, will we know you For what you are Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You who have Come so far
Sweetest fair, sweetest fair Most high Don't let them cut that ladder before it's time For all the grapes to be gathered from the vine
He comes again She comes again Through the mist of time Through the mist of rain
No more words My heart brims over In the sea of circumstance Rows for the rocky shore
Most high, most high We who have sworn By the dead and the unborn Wheels within wheels, oh, most high
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