Chorus:
Aye-yee, aye-yah—the kites see far
(But also on the road the visions pass)—
The universe reflected in a wayside pool,
A tinkling symphony-where seeping waters drool.
The dance, more gay than laughter, of the wind-swept grass—
Oh onward! On to where the visions are!
Aye-yee—aye-yah!
