When i left here in the morning
I could see a bright sun rise
I was sure to face the dawning
Of a new age of my life
Soon i reached a forking on this passage
Sad to say i chose my common route
Rather than just heading for the village
I decided for the shady woods
I am wandering, i am straying
I will always do
I am wondering if i ever will arrive at theirs
Then i had this crazy mental image
And i had these hazy, puzzled thoughts
That the woodland will become a village
If i just keep walking on my course
I’ve lost the way that leads me to you
No treasure trove if i keep going there
Gotta find the path that leads me out of
Out of the grove
