I am walking in the dark by a stone wall in the park. The empty echo of my steps ties me up in knots and nets. I am wondering where to knoc, or build my house upon a rock, I am wandering round and round, I am wandering round and round.
There's a door without a lock, like a lake without a dock. Only a path thin as a needle, smaller than a mustard seed. Oh, I must leave my nets behind and keep my heart and soul and mind, like the willow by the stream, like the willow by the stream.
Oh, lonesome soul, why are you cast down? Why are you cast down? Oh, lonesome soul, even the sparrow finds a home, even the sparrow finds a home.
I am dwelling in the garden where the lips of sleepers speak, by a tower and a fountain, and I find my heart awake. Rose on the water, sun upon my skin! Eat, drink, and be merry in the castle found within. Eat, drink, and be merry in the castle found within.

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