The Calling歌词

So many paths not taken
So many words unsaid -
Though I travel far they bind me
In a web of golden thread

I can hear a far-off calling

As the water flows ahead

I am waiting for the river-man
In the hidden riverbed

On the bank three women passing
They measure time for me -

In the mirror of the water
They can but darkly see

I will walk beyond the meadows

With a child in either hand
Through the river's many shadows
We will pass from land to land

All the promises unspoken
Lie like fallen leaves on the ground
But the thread is still unbroken
And the hidden may be found
When the wheeling birds are leaving

They pass the sinking sun
We will travel with the river-man
Until time and time is run