Nobody knows where the spirit lies Some people search all the passing eyes In all those faces of masked disguise And love comes from wishing cloud skies High on a mount in the sacred place The Holy sun is born to the lake He radiates his life, the sun's son In water and cosmic energy, the God's flow He is the spirit in the lake of time His eyes are the Truth you seek His face is blue wishing cloud skies His voice is warm breezes to the meek And love comes from wishing cloud skies