When first I came into this land in the highlands I did dwell
Where ancient learned masters taught the depths of wisdom’s well
Emmanuelle she walked with me, and secrets she did share
The order of the swirling stars, the laws of earth and air
The golden pipes of heaven she entrusted in my care
And I sang of the mercy of Emmanuelle

In time I went a’wandеring into the world of man
And though I knew the sacrеd songs my separate dreams began
And when I thought the pipes were mine my eyes grew blind as well
My soul from heights of heaven fell, Emmanuelle

Slumbering, sleeping, slipping through seasons of silent lives
A servant, a snake, a soldier, a storm
A poet, a mother, a child stillborn
A rock, a star, a drunk in a bar

How many more times dancing the skin dance
Serving the systems of violence and romance
Sobbing the sorrow, walking the wheel
Hiding the horror, fighting the feel
Pushing the will like a rock up a hill
Until, until, until

I’m drawn so slowly step by step out of this darkened place
So unaccustomed to the light, so wary of its grace
Oh how I long to hear the pipes I held before I fell
And sing the ancient songs of love, Emmanuelle
From out of dreams awakening, it seems ten thousand years
Since I beheld my true love’s face and cried these cleansing tears
The songs returning one by one out of my memory’s well
Oh can I lay them at your feet, Emmanuelle?
Can I lay them at your feet, Emmanuelle?