Will 'O the Wisp - Christopher Tin

Among the sighs of stirring leaves,

The cloak of evening stillness shed,

A phantom light that turns and weaves

Descends upon the path ahead.

And all my faith resides

In that distant flame.

My joy, my grief, my life

Is a spirit’s game.

With one whisper, you draw me

Into the dark of night.

And I know

That I’ve lost my passage home.

But one breath, and I’m falling

Into your light,

And I find myself alone.

Now with each dream of breaking free,

I feel it vanish like a wave.

But every tide will reach the sea,

And every sorrow find its grave.

So I can’t help but come

When you call my name.

My hope, my fears, are one

In your spirit game.

With one whisper, you draw me

Into the dark of night.

And I know

That I’ve lost my passage home.

But one breath, and I’m falling

Into your light,

And I find myself alone.

This soul of changing fire —

O, seer of whole desire,

I long to know what you know.

Into the deepest hollow

Or over the mounts to follow,

I’ll go wherever you go.

With one whisper, you draw me

Into the dark of night.

And I know

That I’ve lost my passage home.

But one breath, and I’m falling

Into your light,

And I find myself alone