You are the morning sun You are the shepherd’s spring You are the sound of rain on wheat You are the autumn moon You are the fall’s retreat You are the seeds beneath your feet We bid farewell to the mountains and streams We pack our beds and we pack our sheets To all of my good friends and to my enemies We bid farewell and hit the streets And still you are the sun And still you are the moon I am the distance between We bid farewell to the mountains and streams We pack our beds and we pack our sheets To all of my good friends and to my family We bid farewell and hit the streets