Far off in the distance a village glows gold
Beware of the witches who roam those shores
But worry not my dear good friend
For the river runs deep within these bones
Beware my dear brother for heavy rains may fall
Ones that may sweep you in to treacherous halls
I’ll take you so far as these eyes can see
At which point you will soar without wind nor see
I fish for food
You pan for gold
To the left there’s a lantern, its fuel burns slow
Still thirsty and playful in this full moon glow
Remember the torches, their steady flames fell
Upon Yavulo village just east of the bell
I fish for food
You pan for gold
He left me a roll in a satchel made of wool
Sketched a map in the sand into the valleys below
Simone once said you best dream ‘til you’re dead
At which point I arose from my turquoise bed