There is something I'd like to ask you, before we depart --
before we make our ways away, what do you feel in your heart?
Before we make our fond farewells and pass onto the road,
what is it that beats there to make you uncomfortable at home?
And in this final moment, before we say goodbye;
I tell you wipe those tears away, this is no time to cry,
for you and I will meet again, along another way,
along another road or path, upon another day.
I'll see you walking down the road and I will wave my hand
and you and I will journey on to see a distant land.