He come up and throw himself down
He finds no strength to get off this ground
By the wave of the horsetail
By the wave of the horsetail
He wishes no height
No height in your mind
To climb the steep hill none the can find
If you think you can see it in your hand
Then you are blind
For unless he draw them
They will not come
For no man seeks him
No not one
There is number to your hours
There is number to your hours
You I don’t know
From a stone’s throw
If you think you can see it in your hand
Then you are blind
He bring the whirlwind
To scatter your fire
You cannot reach him
No not from your
Tallest spire