Through The Horned Clouds Lyrics - Robin Williamson

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 

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