One man carried water to the masses, yes he did
Meanwhile his music carried magic to the ear
A virgin carried by the north wind in the spring
Hope of the words he wrote that summer couldn't bring a tear

In the first month came the third one from the sun
To lend a guiding hand so all could be as one
The scorpion wished only to be heard at his best
The world is waiting for us to create and face the test

The southern cross was kind and one morning sent us off
Sailing to the future have we learned or have we lost
Is it our direction is it written in the sky
People gathered round us as you listen we will try