The sun is set,

The dawn has gone,

Turn me loose,

Wake me up.

A prodigal son,

Infinite to one.

My hands do hurt,

Can I have some help?

My feet do hurt,

Help me up.

Father,

Of the sun,

Of the earth, -

And moon.

Fade to ash,

As they carry away,

Fall asleep,

And by the day

I do ride,

And stray by.

Face to face,

Man to man.

I laughed;

Shook his hand.

Walking across Bethlehem sands.