Dawns away, The day's turned grey, And I must travel far away. But I'll be back, And then we'll track, The light of yet another day
Bury deep, Pile on stones, Yet I will Dig up the bones.
The wise and knowledgeable man is sure of it. Even the fool knows it. The rich man wants it. The greatest of heroes fears it. Yet the lowliest of cowards would die for it. What is this upon which I ponder?