The sorcerer sailed up the river
On his raft through the heart of the night
On the dark shore where my dream has placed me
I was standing to witness that sight
I've heard now he's not among living
Perhaps he was never at all.
He's only an image we carry
In that dark and magnificent world.

For he is a spirit of pleasure
He is truth and deception in one
He's the pain of the most ancient lovers -
Of the wind and the moon and the sun.
I begged him to tell how he moves us,
How all hearts give in to his charm
He smiled "I'm not playing so fair, love,
But note, please, that no one was harmed".

The wind played for him in the willows
The moon kissed his hair and his neck
And each time the sun would take over
I promised him I would be back.