I left my dreams, on the ocean it seems Where the fortunate cleave to their lovers Oh, the path will tell, toward heaven theres hell For I'm wrestling the swell of my brothers
And outside of my heart and old man may show But inside of my heart a new man will grow
Sun sets on my brow, on my back and my plow As the lambs walking down to the water I lay down my staff, at the foot of the path Where the cow must be calf to move forward
And outside of my heart and old man may show But inside of my heart a new man will grow And outside of my heart an old man is real But inside of my heart a new man I feel
And when I am dead, my appetite fed My deeds will be read in the open