If I lay my hands on the Grail
Show concern with anguish, soon to lose
Could these things mean nothing to a fool
When he finds himself alone with Truth.
Nights go on when days pa** by,
Storms blow up and darkness rules my sky.
If inside of Hades I should board
Cross the Styx on alms loaned from the poor.
Could these things mean nothing to fool
When he finds himself alone with Truth.
Think of friends last seen in mundane air
Gone now times left far and too beyond
Could these things mean nothing to a fool
When he finds himself alone with Truth.