I walk the lonely path in dreamy
wondering what the future may
well hold in store for me.
And often on the mountain in
the old oak’s shadow,
In the gathering sundown, I
sit in sorrow.
There, amid the Scottish glen,
where I could drink up
the source of bliss.
That’s the ideal good
my soul desires, nameless on earth,
To which my heart aspires.
of happiness, forlorn hope?
Perhaps among the crowd below,
one soul ignored
Would understand my soul and
Gotta get off, gonna get, have to get off from
Gotta get hold, gonna get, need to get hold of my pride.
When did I get, where did I, how was I caught
in this game?
When will I know, where will I, how will I think of my name?
When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe
And start wondering why, wondering
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you?
What's in back of the sky, why do we cry.
Gotta get off, gonna get off of this merry-go-round!
Gotta get off, gonna get ,need to get on where I'm bound.
When did I get, where did I, why am I lost as a lamb?
When will I know, where
will I, how will I learn who I am?
Is this a dream?
Am I here, where are you?
Tell me, when will I know, how will I know
I know why?