Can you see the poet, he's in a dream Writing words of wisdom, working on a scene Can you see the peasant, part of the land Using wheel and wagon, living by his hand
Can you see the poet, making a rhyme Using pen and paper, he's got so much time Can you see the peasant, part of the land Using wheel and wagon, living by his hand
Living together in complete harmony Not knowing each other only one is free The poet has freedom the peasant has none He's tied to his work which he can't escape from
Can you see the peasant, weary and tired He gets no more money, only for his time Can you see the poet, wealthy and bland They're two different people, can't you understand