Meet him down the river sailing in a boat, Sitting under the tree, under the tree that grows Nearby the temple where now thousands of souls seeking for a refuge, singing their songs
I can’t deny there’s always something behind Which tries to confuse and merely squeeze out your mind But you have to perceive it as a part of you No one can tell what is not or what is true
Meet him down the river turning precious wheel, Preaching to the deer, revealing unseen Nearby the temple where now thousands of souls seeking for a refuge, singing their songs