i was lost out in the mountains and i had run out of provisions i had one drop left in my deer-skin and i had come to my last decision
should i lie down or should i be laid down
i had set out in the first place from what i gathered from rumored hearsay i heard of treasure in a high cave on the northern slopes of the coast range
so i climbed up but i didn't know how to climb down
i wandered through the foliage i came across my own tracks and i became discouraged until at long last i found a cavern i crawled inside and i lit my lantern
and it was all there just like they told me it would be there
i was lost out in the mountains i had no water nor food to eat so i drank the soil from a golden chalice i gritted precious stones between my teeth
and i regretted my lonesome palace should have never listened to others tales all i had left was a priceless ballast to hold me down from the howling gales
in my mouth there burned a fire i was dying of a long long draught but then a voice whistled across the mouth of my cavern and it said to me it said that without a doubt
you will settle by the water before this is over
all my life i've spent wasting time, wasting my time just to forget again but i don't mind i'll take my medicine and i will be fine