Celtic Cross

When the Moon is full before me
And I search behind every cloud for the hidden key
The Chariot has passed and gone
Left me feeling weak and wan
Then I turn to the Celtic Cross
I dare not be lost

The Queen of Cups rides the Shooting Star
Questing for the Ancient Tower I must travel far
Before the proud Magician I kneel
Strive to understand Fortune's Wheel
Then I turn to the Celtic Cross
I can not be lost

The Hermit speaks of the Hanged Man
But it's the jewel of the Sun I would hold in my hand
The Empress sees the Fool's fall
When I have the World, I will have it all
Then I turn to the Celtic Cross
I will not be lost

And what of the Lovers
What does the Devil hold in store
I turn turn to the Celtic Cross
And I wonder no more