There's a ring around the moon tonight   And a chill in the air   And a fire in the stars that hang   So near, so near      There's a sound in the wind that blows   Through the wild mountain holds   Like the sighs of a thousand crying   Souls, crying souls      There's a time when the traveler is fated to find   That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind   And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again   And lead to his weary journey's end, his journey's end      In the passage from the cradle to the grave   We are born, madly dancing   Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days   We run on and on without a backwards glance   We run on and on without a backwards glance      But I cast my fate with the wife of lot   I turned my gaze around   Knowing neither what I sought   Nor what was to be found      Heeding weakness, feeding strength   Our life at length is frail   I seek again the river's source   Through time's dark shadowed veil      In the fast fading century   As we spin through the years   I pray that our failing vision   Clears, our vision clears      And in the passage from the cradle to the grave   We are born, madly dancing   Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days   We run on and on without a backwards glance   We run on and on without a backwards glance      The places dash and the faces dart   Like fishes in a dream   Hiding 'neath the murky banks   Of long forgotten streams      The lines of life are never long   When seen from end to end   'Cause the future's never coming   And the past has never been      There's a ring around the moon tonight   And a chill in the air   And a fire in the stars that hang   So near, so near