I met a man, a wise old man, the day I lost my pride. 
He told me he belonged to me but from me he would hide. 
And that I would not hear his voice until I learned to 
sing. 
Now every time I sing I know that I belong. 
belong to him. 
Singing O why...Singing O why... 

He told me he would teach me everything I tried to 
know. 
He made me see that you and me are dreamers in a show. 
And when the days were darkest then he lit them with 
his moons. 
And then we crossed the rainbow bridge but we came 
back... 
Came back too soon... 
Singing O why...Singing O why... 

He showed me where he was Atman that man I could not 
see. 
He pointed to the sky until a ladder I could see. 
I climbed for many lives to find the secret golden 
flower. 
And then I woke and found I'd slept for less than 
half... 
Than half an hour. 
Singing O why...Singing O why... 

He brought us back together then when I was all alone. 
He made me see I was not just of earth and skin and 
bone. 
O it makes you feel so beautiful you can tell your Self 
apart. 
Everytime you listen to the wise man in your heart. 
Singing O why...Singing O why...