I have travelled this world
Regardless of sorrow or pain
Many times, heard the words of the wise
And yet my answer was always the same
To all the ills of the world
I will cross rivers, and mountains and oceans and seas
To carry your lesson, back to you
On all the words that you said
You gave a conscience to this long-lost soul
But how can that be when your soul is dead?
When I will return, from out of the blue
But I will cross rivers, and mountains and oceans and seas
To carry your lesson, back to you
When I will return, from out of the blue
But I will cross rivers, and mountains and oceans and seas
To carry your lesson, back to you