As you sit there so silent
With your slanting burning eyes
In a desk made of metal
'Fore a dwarf who never sighs
And the crystal lily petal
Floats down the Angel Asian sights
There's a thundering Sound,
And the Circle of Fire surrounds me.

You're floating 'bove the mountains
And the Asian cloudy skies
Where there sit frail old men with canes
And the housemaid that together ties
Bamboo to spell the names
Of her family who for her cry,
For there's a thundering sound,
And the Circle of Fire surrounds me.

The city, it is pushing
It tries to swallow your home whole
Where the flowers they all sing
Songs of the Father and his Pole
and the broken, bruised wing
of the pigeon in his hole
As the thunder it sounds
and the Circle of Fire surrounds it

No nothings ever clasped you
And held you from moving 'round
Down the slopes and the chutes
with your Phillippino hounds
And your parents always knew
Of your muffled midnight sounds
of the thundering sound
And the Circle of Fire around you.

Your home across the ocean
From where souls always do ride
Is stirred in one quick motion
And sends you over to my side
It's a solid subtle notion
That I will not bother to hide
It's a thundering sound,
Then a Circle of Fire around me.

The match sticks in your hand
And your bamboo hair
And your foreign Asian bands
And your ancient Asian Airs
Throw me to the sand
Without hinting me "beware"
With a thundering sound
and a Circle of fire around me

There's a ticker on the backbone
Of the desert where we live
From the lands of green wetstone
Where one you did live
Where the moon once shone
On the staff that to your father you did give
with a thundering sound
and a Circle of Fire around it

Your bones they always tremble
At the thought of trees and land
And the astral pink Shuttle
And the gaining of the land
So I'll leave all you need here
In the palm of your soft hand
It's a thundering sound
and a Circle of Fire around you.

The Countess took you in
Just to see a show
To see you juggle an old pin
and see how far you would
You can never ever win
So I'll tell you you must go
With a thundering sound
and a Circle of Fire around you.

Your face is always well knit
For the belly of the Tyrant
That never really did exist
And for the Library of the pedant
That's never very well lit
and says what you can and what you cant
It's a thundering sound
But you're a Circle of Fire around me.