Spirit:
There is no place
Where Men could trace
The spring of it all
All you could find
Lies here
The world combined
In a grain
It is all a matter of knowing
When the wind is sprung up and blowing
When the sky is gleaming
Rivers streaming
Itʼs a matter of knowing
Old Man:
There is no chance
No single glance
At the spring of it all
This paradise
Be it!
All men could rise
But they fall
Spirit & Old Man:
It is all a matter of knowing
When the wind is sprung up and blowing
When the sky is gleaming
Rivers streaming
Itʼs a matter of knowing
Old Man:
When the sky is gleaming
Rivers streaming
Its a reason to wonder...