Empty bottles they line the walls of an ancient apartment room

Conversations and sweet ruminations on the word that would conquer the tomb

Sittin there not a worry or care our thought grew like new life in the womb

Visions of truth unafraid of our youth in the miller’s tilted room

Like seeds in the wind we were scattered and sent to the corners of this fair land

From deserts and mountains to coastal towns countin’ the miles like the grains of the sand

Or stars in the night endless beacons of light ever distant but always at hand

Shared in a mission held fast to tradition eyes set on a promised land

Was it all for nothing I cry out alone

As I scream through the darkness will I ever get home

Answer back now

Drained to the dregs as my wandering legs found their way to a foreign soil

Cast off on my own I sailed out all alone, to conquer to plant and to sow

Through this valley I walk, I cling to my rock, anoint my head with oil

Singing oh