Spirit: There is no place Where Men could trace The spring of it all
All you could find Lies here The world combined In a grain
It is all a matter of knowing When the wind is sprung up and blowing When the sky is gleaming Rivers streaming Itʼs a matter of knowing
Old Man: There is no chance No single glance At the spring of it all
This paradise Be it! All men could rise But they fall
Spirit & Old Man: It is all a matter of knowing When the wind is sprung up and blowing When the sky is gleaming Rivers streaming Itʼs a matter of knowing
Old Man: When the sky is gleaming Rivers streaming Its a reason to wonder...