Intro: So many paths not taken So many words unsaid Though I travel far, they bind me In a web of golden thread () () On the bank, three women passing They measure time for me In the mirror of the water They can but darkly see I will walk beyond the meadows With a child in either hand Through the rivers many shadows We will pass from land to land () () All the promises unspoken Lie like fallen leaves on the ground But the thread is still unbroken And the hidden may be found When the wheeling birds are leaving They pass the sinking sun We will travel with the river-man Until time and time is run. () () x2 final