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 end and begin again

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