Temple Of The King
One day, in the year of the foxCame a time remembered well,When the strong young man of the rising sunHeard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,When the bell began to ring,It meant the time had comeFor one to goTo the temple of the king.
There in the middle of the circle he stands,Searching, seeking.With just one touch of his trembling hand,The answer will be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings,Heaven help me!And then like the rush of a thousand wings,It shines upon the one.And the day has just begun.
One day in the year of the foxCame a time remembered well,When the strong young man of the rising sunHeard the tolling of the great black bell.
One day in the year of the fox,When the bell began to singIt meant the time had comeFor the one to goTo the temple of the king.
There in the middle of the people he stands,Seeing, feeling.With just a wave of the strong right hand,He's goneTo the temple of the king.
Far from the circle, at the edge of the world,He's hoping, wondering.Thinking back on the stories he's heard ofWhat he's going to see.
There, in the middle of a circle it lies.Heaven help me!Then all could see by the shine in his eyesThe answer had been found.
Back with the people in the circle he stands,Giving, feeling.With just one touch of a strong right hand, they knowOf the temple and the king.