Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant,
and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that
we are given to the wind and are scattered.
Brief were my days among you,
and briefer still the words I have spoken.
But should my voice fade in your ears,
and my love vanish in your memory,
then I will come again,
And with a richer heart
and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.
Yea, I shall return with the tide,
And though death may hide me,
and the greater silence enfold me,
yet again will I seek your understanding.
And not in vain will I seek.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant,
and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that
we are given to the wind and are scattered.
Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant,
and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that
we are given to the wind and are scattered.
Brief were my days among you,
and briefer still the words I have spoken.
But should my voice fade in your ears,
and my love vanish in your memory,
then I will come again,
And with a richer heart
and lips more yielding to the spirit will I speak.
Yea, I shall return with the tide,
And though death may hide me,
and the greater silence enfold me,
yet again will I seek your understanding.
And not in vain will I seek.
Even while the earth sleeps we travel.
We are the seeds of the tenacious plant,
and it is in our ripeness and our fullness of heart that
we are given to the wind and are scattered.
Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.
We wanderers, ever seeking the lonelier way,
begin no day where we have ended another day;
and no sunrise finds us where sunset left us.
FAREWELL,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
FLY HIGH TO THE SKY,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
