(Traditional)

He walks alone in the forest
Hand touching trees as he wanders
And like the tree
He is firmly rooted
But he's trying to reach for the sky
Quietly sorting things out

Oh the night is falling like the boulder in hell
That cannot be coaxed any higher
Now the dawn is breaking and I may be as well
As I gaze at the circling wagons

He sits alone in the meadow
Reeds gently sway as he ponders
And like the reed
He is one of many
But he's hiding his will to aspire
Quietly sorting things out

Oh the night is falling like the boulder in hell
That cannot be coaxed any higher
Now the dawn is breaking and I may be as well
As I gaze at the circling wagons



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