I estimate their works and them
So rightly, that at times i almost dream
I too have spent a life the sages' way
And tread once more familiar paths

Perchance i perished in an arrogant self-reliance
Ages ago
And in that act, a prayer for one more chance
Went up so earnest, so…

Take my hand, follow me
To the place where i lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one mans cry
In other life
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why
Come to field where i died

Instinct with better light led in by death,
That life was blotted out-not so completely
But scattered wrecks enough of it remain
Dim memories, the goal in sight again

All which, indeed is foolish, and only means
The flesh i wear, the earth i tread are not more clear to me
Than my belief
Explained to you or no

Grab my hand, follow me
To the place where i lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man's cry
In other life
I was here standing by
As were you wonder why
Come to field where i died

Now follow me
To the place where i lie
You will see, you will hear
The last one man's cry
In other life
I was here standing by
Once again we will come
To the field where i died