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