Mystery maiden, oh lady of song
Thought to me maybe you’d know where I’ve gone
I’ve traveled far and I’ve traveled long
Traveling maybe to find a new pond
Mystery misery led me all wrong
Quarries of haze see all lazy and long
I’ve traveled far, but I’ll travel on
Traveling maybe to find what’s beyond
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May the road rise to meet you,
may the wind be ever at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and the rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of his hand.