Oh, I have lived for ages I'm a thousand turns of tides

I'm a thousand wakes of springtime and thousand infant cries

Oh, a thousand infant cries



I got sixteen hundred tigers now tied to silver strings

When they plowed in the pastures, oh the mighty heart will sing

Oh, the mighty heart will sing



But I'll always be blamed for the sun going down with a sigh

But I'm the light in the middle of every man's fog



I bend my arrows now in circles and I shoot around the hill

If I don't get you in the morning, by the evening I sure will

By the evening I sure will



Because I'm the fire on the mountain you have lit up in your dream

But also water on the fountain you could send myself on me

You could send myself on me



Because I'll always be blamed for the sun going down with a sigh

But I'm the light in the middle of every man's fog



And no I never meant to say these words but yes you ought to know

That the dark in what I've always been, it will not ever go

No it will not ever go



And for so I lived a thousand years, a thousand turns of tides

Just a thousand leaves in autumn and a thousand ways to try

Oh, a thousand

It's just a thousand ways to try

Ways to try