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