There's a ring around the moon tonightAnd a chill in the airAnd a fire in the stars that hang -- so near; so near.There's a sound in the wind that blowsThrough the wild mountain holdsLike the sighs of a thousand crying souls; Crying souls --There's a time when the traveller is fated to findThat insight has turned his gaze behind -- behindAnd the steps taken yesterdayWill beckon againAnd lead to his weary journey's end -- journey's end.And in the passageFrom the cradle to the graveWe are born, madly dancingRushing headlong through the crashing of the daysWe run on and onWithout a backwards glanceWe run on and onWithout a backwards glance.But I cast my fate with the wife of LotI turned my gaze aroundKnowing neither what was sought nor what was to be foundHeeding weakness, feeding strengthLife at length is frailI seek again the river's source through time's dark shadowed veil.In the fast fading centurywe spin through the yearsI pray that our failing vision clears -- our vision clears.And in the passageFrom the cradle to the graveWe are born, madly dancingRushing headlong through the crashing of the daysWe run on and onWithout a backwards glanceWe run on and onWithout a backwards glance.The places dash and the faces dartLike fishes in a dreamHiding 'neath the murky banks of long forgotten streamsThe lines of life are never long when seen from end to endThe future's never coming and the past has never been.There's a ring around the moon tonightAnd a chill in the airAnd a fire in the stars that hang -- so near; so near.