Flutes of Chi

Everything that you are

That you'd like to be

Will come in three, my friend

Times thine inequity

The flutes of the chi

Will sound again, my friendWrap yourself up in gold

The fruits of the old

Are ripe to be told, my friend

For, it's not what you are

How you've come to be

All this will end and begin againEverything that you are

That you'd like to be

Will come in three, my friend

Times thine inequity

The flutes of the chi

Will sound again, my friend