A day of spring in ancient timesA rider so eager and proudRiding the way the eagles flyThe road in misty shroudIn search for answers that must be thereTo solve nature's mystiriesTo find out why he is thereAll secret to find and seeNight fell over the dayIn dark woods - flames!Four old men sat around a fireSkyline reflected flamesTelling stories of days passing byThe rider saw their shades in hazeHe rode saw to them and told his aimThe old men listened thoughtful on"Young man listen to what they saythe road goes ever on"The rider heard their talesHow one sees his fate by a glanceOnce in a century that night comesThe night the skyfires danceNight fell over the dayIn the dark woods - flames!Four old men sat around a fireSkyline reflected flamesTelling stories of days passing byThe rider saw their shades in hazeHe rode saw to them and told his aimThe old men listened thoughtful on"Young man listen to what they saythe road goes ever on""Take thy horse and ride up to the WindhillsThere is a lady who helped thee on thy way"So the rider left to ride with the westwindHorizon was red - there dawned a new day