(Verse)
Looking up at all those stained glass windows
Cobalt blue, and mauve, and carmine too
Philomena’s there in many colors
Glowing lily in her graceful hand
Not far off, in green and white, is Jude
Amber flame above his bowing head

(Verse)
Smoke it rises up into the room
While candles burn, it seems a thousand strong
Flickering projects into the night
Outside where it is dark, the moon is gone

(Chorus)
Did the makers of these visions
See from where I sit, the power of the light

(Verse)
Looking up at all those stained glass windows
Cobalt blue, and mauve, and carmine too
Philomena’s there in many colors
Glowing lily in her graceful hand

(Chorus)
Did the makers of these visions
See from where I sit, the power of the light
A million rays through smokey prisms
Have come to fill your eyes and mystify your mind