For many years, and their turning moons,
I knew there was a place.
A place of rest, of feasting joys,
And productivity.
Of beauty and of stillness,
With foundations ready laid
And, oh, I knew my lot was there
Written in my name.

I took my horse, white and loyal and strong.
Two little bags with all that to me belonged.
Through desert sand, the promised land we sought.
And we rode North.