Perfect Mirror

The black mountain

Above the lake

The trees are dead

A cold rolls off the water

We wait for fire

We used to dance

Around the stone head

It used to sing to us

Now it's lost

Some say cracked and broken

In the land where we used to live

We used to dance

It used to sing, sing to us

It used to sing.......

Perfect mirror

Now we sit and shiver

Watch the cold roll off the water

We wait for fire

And in the night

The black mountain

Above the lake

The image is still

Like a perfect mirror