i was lost out in the mountains
and i had run out of provisions
i had one drop left in my deer-skin
and i had come to my last decision
should i lie down
or should i be laid down
i had set out in the first place
from what i gathered from rumored hearsay
i heard of treasure in a high cave
on the northern slopes of the coast range
so i climbed up
but i didn't know how to climb down
i wandered through the foliage
i came across my own tracks and i became discouraged
until at long last i found a cavern
i crawled inside and i lit my lantern
and it was all there
just like they told me it would be there
i was lost out in the mountains
i had no water nor food to eat
so i drank the soil from a golden chalice
i gritted precious stones between my teeth
and i regretted my lonesome palace
should have never listened to others tales
all i had left was a priceless ballast
to hold me down from the howling gales
in my mouth there burned a fire
i was dying of a long long draught
but then a voice whistled across the mouth of my cavern
and it said to me it said that without a doubt
you will settle by the water before this is over
all my life i've spent wasting time, wasting my time
just to forget again but i don't mind
i'll take my medicine and i will be fine