Turning of the Sky (Woodhouse Remix)

Sun arose through gates of brass Kissed alight each pane of glass... Fig and hawthorn yearning for the heat Crimson dust goes playing through the street. Eastern doors thrown open wide, Alone the rising Sun did ride Gleaming in a golden grace Seeking for a silver chase But lingering on palace stone Saffron and silver on a garden throne One breath, one air, one reason why Behold the turning of the sky! Moon prevailed through gates of pearl Stirred the rising tides to curl Velvet air, a chill upon the night A myriad of stars in azure light Western doors remained ajar Alone the Moon would travel far Scattered from her lumined robe A breath of wisdom to the globe Before the morning came, The heavens made a claim Should day and night both share a bed, The seas would rise to claim the living And the dead.... But lingering on palace stone Saffron and silver on a garden throne One breath, one air, one reason why Behold the turning of the sky! One breath, one reason why Behold the turning of the sky!