From the recording Shadows Until Light
Along a stretch of wilderness far and wide lived them all in a village
Men and wives, eyes were blind. We came upon them sitting by a roaring fire in the dead of night.
They told us of a tale of travelers finding their way by.
They said we shouldn't go or we'd be chased then down the road into the dawn of dark.
We sat around for hours listening to other stories told. I could see familiar faces echoing through the fire and smoke. I asked them what it was that came along and had taken their sight. It was a band of apparitions riding through the cold, damp night.
I said that we should go but we'd be chased then down the road into the dawn of dark.
And at last I heard the sounds of a crying child who came up to me running and holding out his eyes/ And at that moment, the quiet explained why they looked surprised. The curse on us remained to forget each time we took their sight.
And as if we didn't know, we'd been chasing down the road into the dawn of dark.