Grail - Spring

If I lay my hands on the Grail

Show concern with anguish, soon to lose

Could these things mean nothing to a fool

When he finds himself alone with Truth

Nights go on when days pass by

Storms blow up and darkness rules my sky

If inside of Hades I should board

Cross the Styx on alms loaned from the poor

Could these things mean nothing to fool

When he finds himself alone with Truth

Think of friends last seen in mundane air

Gone now times left far and too beyond

Could these things mean nothing to a fool

When he finds himself alone with Truth