Somebody walked on a virgin (land).
Someone else saw their tracks and followed them, leaving a path.
It seemed as though I were looking down the hill when I first saw it,
But, as I waled on, I realized I was going up.
Somebody whistled behind and turning round, they seemed far below.
Then I came to where there had been a fire and was shaded
From the sun by the trees.
Figure of eight. it's our year, it always was.
Made of earth,