Whose salas these are I think I know They are the humble design of the All Knowing Being He will see me stopping for a rest and continue the lonely way Along the green rivers of young flowing rice which are riding the wind
Whose salas these are I think I knowThey are the humble design of the All Knowing BeingHe will see me stopping for a rest and continue the lonely wayAlong the green rivers of young flowing rice which are riding the wind