From the recording Spark
From atop the scarlet mountains, from the canyons I will come
From the moors of blushing heather and the deserts I will come
From the doubter that I’ve been and from the dreamer I’ve become
From the fields of ash and tinder, from the river I will come
I will come from silver darkness when the stars have not yet set
When the moon is sweeping upward with a light I’ll not forget
And I wonder what I’m here for so irrelevant and small
I will come if you will call me, I will come if you will call
Call me, call me
If you call I’ll leave the rubies that are just beyond my reach
And the ocean that is waiting out beyond the golden beach
And the road that keeps me walking when I am moments from a fall.
I will come if you will call me, I will come if you will call.