Lyrics

Through the vine Stained glass of summertime Bottled in bread and wine Sketched in the stars Apollo calls Prisms of petal falls Outside the prison walls Sprinkles the tune... Mountain morn (A mountain morning...) Mist parts, a day is born (A distant warning...) Climbing through rocks... (Don't ever lose your way...) You lose your way to laughter Ever after... There's time still Join the folks on the hill Fortune offers the brave The shallow grave Torn from spring Sprung from what may have been Harvesting grains that land As rain in your hands... Through the clouds (A voice is calling) A voice soft, but aloud (A stained glass morning) Calls you up from the... (Rеmember, take...) Criеs, take my hand Don't fear this kiss, no tears... [Whispered, repeated] Sacred morning Summer, calling