stood a horse and a rider,
looking at the boat on the horizon.
The rider pulled the reins,
and the horse galloped on
Into the mist of the morning
where the ship it would go
To carry to the meeting in town
while he tied his pony down
By the full moon, the note did read,
No telling what we'll find.
The crew hoist the sails up,
To carry them through the canyons,
they flashed talismans of gold,
Their eyes on the rolling gray ocean.
They'd seen jungles, top mountains,
The statue was made of crystal
in the city of the ancient ones,
where they dreamt with eyes
The old man met the captain,
who was pale and who's breathless.
What are you here searching for?
Through cracklips and filth
We've traveled these many a year
Through oceans of fire and islands of ice
Sea monsters roared in dis sonance
Through typhoons and eclipses
In the face of all danger
And prayed for the one swept overboard
In our search for the answer
from the seer and the prophet
Who lived in the hills below,
Who traveled the world many a time.
The old man smiled and offered his hand,
You're not wasting your time
but the answer was there,
walked back to the village.
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