Ten Summoner's Tales

You could say I lost my faith in science and progress You could say I lost my belief in the holy church You could say I lost my sense of direction You could say all of this and worse, but If I ever lose my faith in you There'd be nothing left for me

Turned on the weather man just after the news I needed sweet rain to wash away my blues He looked at the chart, but he looked in vain Heavy cloud, but no rain Back in time with Louis XVI At the court of the people he was number one He'd be the bluest

Seven days, was all she wrote A kind of ultimatum note, she gave to me She gave to me When I thought the field had cleared It seems another suit appeared to challenge me Woe is me Though I hate to make a choice My options are decreasing mostly rapidl

He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for respect He deals the cards to find the answer The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome The numbers l