Before your journey is done..
Spiral of this tragic life..
Now lets weep,
And wipe or wipe no tears of mourning,
Morning cold,
No, no, no more waiting for me,
At and by the gate,
From my morning walk..
No more talk..
Let the ants sing thier joyous song,
Marching united they come,
As the red soil readies for the spoil..
Coil, yes coil yourself to the end,
Your journey has come to an end…
