He have heard once about The Crock of Gold And he decided to get it He knew that his aim appears once a year In the most beautiful night of old creed He sacrificed whole life for it He forgot about relatives, world He was dying but he tried each year In the most beautiful night of old creed He never gave up but he lost He collapsed into oblivion But we know that he is alive And he is still searching In the most beautiful night In the most beautiful night In the most beautiful night In the most beautiful night