gone as though they never had been
the years passed in a flash
what were their voices
are now wind through the pines
I had stood in the falling rain hoping I would attain some kind of wisdom
I had an eye on the one above who might shower on me some kind of explanation
but now I see that it’s here, this wisdom:
on my pillow, in my hands, right in front of me

I turn around the years have passed
as though they were a dream
all my glories have turned to ashes
that scatter in the breeze
I had thought that the day would dawn, I thought that night would fall all over me
I had thought that it all would be something that I could keep, like a trophy
but now I see that it’s here, that it’s now
it’s a gift, and it’s wonderful: a wondrous mystery

so what is gone let’s not regret
let’s long for what is here
they say you were a beautiful dancer
when you were a child
I would like to have known you then, when your eyes were just opening
to the wonders of this world
when you were without pride or fear, when you were like a lamb my dear, somewhat empty
but now I see that regret is a myth
don’t forget, it’s a gift: a wondrous mystery