In stained-glass houses people look
for meaning and purpose in a book
We see the seekers as we ought,
but do not see the one we sought.
A wild goat led us here,
a poc a bok a ram, a poc a bok a ram.
A rabbit takes us further,
a trail a nose a tail, a trail a nose a tail.
A crow sees us walking
a crawc a hop a crawc, a crawc a hop a crawc.
The one whose face you long to view
is in the eyes right next to you.
Find the seekers, find the sought,
lose the magic, find the thought.
A poc a bok a tail a trail a crawc a hop
the mad goat says good day to you.