Everything that you are,

that you'd like to be

Will come in three, my friend

Times thine inequity

The flutes of the chi

Will sound again, my friend

Wrap yourself up in gold,

The fruits of the old,

Are ripe to be told, my friend

For, it's not what you are,

How you've come to be

All this will will end and begin again

(solos)

Everything that you are,

that you'd like to be

Will come in three, my friend

Times thine inequity,

The flutes of the chi

Will sound again, my friend