Refrain:
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 friend

Wrap 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 will end and begin again

Refrain

Times thine inequity
The flutes of the chi
Will sound again, my friend