Winter winds reach icy hands
into my room...
carried away under gleaming
eyes of glowing moon
Beyond the fields we know
sits one whose eyes
regard the end
He sits fast asleep, dreaming me,
dreaming him
What Needs Must Be
What Needs Must Be
Raise the sails
Raise the sails
The golden cloud
The golden cloud
Indian bones
Indian bones
Lady
Down Here
I Love You Too
Down Here
Heaven
Either Way
At The Edge Of The Wood
The Narrows
The Narrows
At The Edge Of The Wood
Let It All Pass
Let It All Pass