The falconer is sitting on his summersand at dawn, unlocking flooded silvercages And with a silverdin arise, all the lovely faces And the lovely silvertraces erase my empty pages The falconer is sitting on his summersand at dawn, beside his singing silverwaves And his dancing rebelrace, that compose ahead of timeless time A sound inside my candle light Father, child, angels of the night Silverframe my candlelight Father, child, angels of the night Silverframe my candlelight The falconer is sitting on his summersand at dawn, unlocking flooded silvercages And with a silverdin arise, all the lovely faces And the lovely silvertraces erase my empty pages