Searching the water, follow a line Rose petals ripple 'round a swimming swan When God was lonely, a song was sung A tune to echo like a dying sun Find me no reason, teach me no word Leaves settle slowly when the autumn comes When God was lonely, a song was sung A tune to echo like a dying sun Wait for the season, rushed by the wind For you'll do battle when the spring has come When God was lonely, a song was sung A tune to echo like a dying, dying sun