Текст песни
A many-winged creature
In the caverns of the night
Shines a light from a distant mountain
The troubadours have all laid down
Their burdens at the sight
Sitting tight, they await their count-in
And we gather 'round
To hear the sound
Of the world as it's gently turning
The free, the bound
The lost, the found
Every soul is a fire burning
A many-winged creature
Gets to gathering the breeze
And the trees have been set in motion
We all look up, enchanted
By the way the creature glows
Even those far across the ocean
And we gather 'round
To hear the sound
Of the world as it's gently turning
The free, the bound
The lost, the found
Every soul is a fire burning
Every soul is a fire burning
Every soul is a fire burning