Shalom, yanqui!
He blew in light as a feather
On the wings of a drifter
He’s floating high on the freedom
And I thought that he might be a runaway too.
“You’re today's lover,
Tomorrow’s just a game we play,”
That sun-kissed rasta said.
"Love ‘em while you're with ‘em!"
And I thought that he might be a runaway too.
But then when we fall out of routine
We run rootless all through the garden like children,
We surrender in to be here this moment.
We’re swallowed whole, then we are born again.
This is wild love.
This is our birthplace, now.
Like the wandering sadhu
He grew tired of carrying
A past so weighted,
Then forgot to remember.
And I thought that he might be a runaway too.
But then when we fall out of routine
We run rootless all through the garden like children,
We surrender in to be here this moment.
We’re swallowed whole, then we are born again.
This is wild love.
This is our birthplace, now.
Where is the master? Go on, get him up!
I wanna be back in the game.
But I don’t wanna be back in the game.
Do you still grow there, edelweiss?
I took the long way, it led me far from home.
One day I’ll come back, edelweiss,
But I’m not the same now. We’ll make something new.