In that ancient home
I lost an ancient dream
A sorrowful dream

In that place where I was raised
I can no longer tell the dusk�s fading light from the rising of the day
I�m weary from searching

The wind blows south and turns north again
The river runs to the sea but the sea does not rise
I am filled with sorrow

The rains come, clear skies cannot stay
Fortune cannot quench a thirsting soul
Even knowledge cannot free us from eternal struggle

I
I am a lost lamb
Who will lead me from this haze?
Where will I find hope again?
Oh, great sheperd, where are you?