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