The spring of it all

There is no place
Where Men could trace
The spring of it all
All you could find
Lies here
The world combined
In a grain It is all a matter of knowing
When the wind is sprung up and blowing
When the sky is gleaming
Rivers streaming Itʼs a matter of knowing

[Old Man]

There is no chance
No single glance
At the spring of it all This paradise
Be it!
All men could rise
But they fall

[Spirit & Old Man]

It is all a matter of knowing
When the wind is sprung up and blowing
When the sky is gleaming Rivers
streaming Itʼs a matter of knowing

[Old Man]

When the sky is gleaming
Rivers streaming Its a reason to wonder…