The First Ring Made of Clay (ft. Helen Chappelle, Liza Strike)

The First Ring Made of Clay
In the night within your eyes
Where blackness tells no lie
A hand was seen to fall
As it reached up for the sky

All fingers had a ring
And each with nine stones set
Around a halo shone
Where truth and beauty met
The first ring made of clay
Is old and cracked and worn
The stones are loose and rattle
Like a window in a storm
The next a ring of fire
That licks around each gem
The centre glows with molten gold
That dies and lives again
The third ring's watery flow
Is deep and clear and green
Jewels like sunny islands
Reflecting in a stream
The fourth ring with the wind
As Chinese bells are blown
All nine stones in orbit spin
Destiny unknown
In the night within your eyes
Where blackness tells no lie
A hand was seen to soar
As it fell down from the sky