"I am the answer", she whispers,
"Be like me"
"My wish is to carry you"

Somewhat tired of walking, the journeyman fells a tree,
digs it out and rides the silver water.

The silver water kisses the cheek of a thousand questions:

"I am the answer", she whispers,
"Be like me"
"My wish is to carry you"

Pulling to the shore the journeyman turns and treads the
humble dust and luxurious plains of an evergreen paradise.

The humble dust kisses the cheek of a million questions:

"I am the answer", she whispers,
"Be like me"
"My wish is to carry you"

At last, beaten, lost and weary the journeyman surrenders
his soul to the sweet carress of death.

The sweet carress kissess the cheek of every question:

"I am the answer", she whispers,
"Be like me"
"My wish is to carry you"