Herumor

Summoning

Compositor: Michael Gregor / Richard Lederer

From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the Sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by
From the thunder and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow, I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved, I loved alone

My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved, I loved alone

From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent, or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the Sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by
From the thunder and the storm
And the cloud that took the form
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow, I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved, I loved alone

My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved, I loved alone

On the brink of the abyss
With a blindfold tied tight
Should I step into the mist
Or retreat back to the light?

I don't know what is in there
Whether it be ground or a fall
I don't know if I shall dare
Take a step and then risk it all