The Spring Of It All

[Spirit:] There is no place Where Men could trace The spring of it all All you could ?nd Lies here The world combined In a grain It is all a matter of knowing When the wind is sprung up and blowing When the sky is gleaming Rivers streaming It's a matter of knowing [Old Man:] There is no chance No single glance At the spring of it all This paradise Be it! All men could rise But they fall [Spirit & Old Man:] It is all a matter of knowing When the wind is sprung up and blowing When the sky is gleaming Rivers streaming It's a matter of knowing [Old Man:] When the sky is gleaming Rivers streaming Its a reason to wonder…