Oh, I have lived for ages I'm a thousand turns of tides I'm a thousand wakes of springtime and thousand infant cries Oh, a thousand infant cries
I got sixteen hundred tigers now tied to silver strings When they plowed in the pastures, oh the mighty heart will sing Oh, the mighty heart will sing
But I'll always be blamed for the sun going down with a sigh But I'm the light in the middle of every man's fog
I bend my arrows now in circles and I shoot around the hill If I don't get you in the morning, by the evening I sure will By the evening I sure will
Because I'm the fire on the mountain you have lit up in your dream But also water on the fountain you could send myself on me You could send myself on me
Because I'll always be blamed for the sun going down with a sigh But I'm the light in the middle of every man's fog
And no I never meant to say these words but yes you ought to know That the dark in what I've always been, it will not ever go No it will not ever go
And for so I lived a thousand years, a thousand turns of tides Just a thousand leaves in autumn and a thousand ways to try Oh, a thousand It's just a thousand ways to try Ways to try