My son, I’d like to sit you down and tell you what I know
Not far away’s a barren land that used to be our home
By now you have grown old enough, it’s time for you to go
So loyal son, sit with me, I’ll tell you what I know
My father took me, old as you, down paths that had no end
Ever-winding and reminding him of fields turned sand
Memories of love and pride and home, they seemed to rend
Then after several days of travel, we stood before a desert without end
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