I pause to count the passing days
Like leaves that fall from a dying tree
The wind blows and with it plays
But not with this sadness of love in me.
By the roadside in strange places I rest
To count the many miles I've tread
The numbers grow, and hope is less
And sometimes wish I wasn't here instead.
I've drank the waters of many wells,
But the one I'm looking for is not there
And I wonder if ever indeed I will
My legs are worn, my feet are bare…
I've met so many people too
In places far and wide and yet
I've seldom met the one that's true
A friend the heart will not forget…
I've played the game a thousand times
But only once did choose a wife,
A golden fortune turns to dimes
When you play and lose the game of life.
And now the Day is almost spent
In darkness all begins and ends;
The Tree is bare, it's almost Lent
And then the tears - the curtain rends!
But there's no end, there's no beginning
There's just a change of shape and form
When this we share with understanding
Love will bloom unchallenged like a storm.