Son, if you're ready

I have something on my mind

It's from father to son and it's been

that way since time began



Son, if you'll listen

I'll tell you what my father said

On his dying bed I promised to tell

you what he told me



What is softer than water

What is harder than rock

Still the water drip will hollow out the stone

What is weaker than the new tree

What is stronger than the grown

When the elder spreads it's branches

The young can brave a storm



Son when you're ready

You can tell what the birds sing

Birds are as good as pure

When you don't use words, lies won't occur