One day,
in the Year of the Fox
Came a time remembered well,
When
the strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of
the great black bell.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
When
the bell began to ring,
It meant the time had come for one to
go
To the temple of the king.
There in
the middle of the circle he stands,
Searching, seeking.
With just one touch of his trembling hand,
The answer will
be found.
Daylight waits while the old man sings,
"Heaven
help me!"
And then like the rush of a thousand wings,
It shines upon the One.
And the day has just begun.
One day in
the Year of the Fox
Came a time remembered well,
When the
strong young man of the rising sun
Heard the tolling of the
great black bell.
One day in the Year of the Fox,
When the
bell began to sing
It meant the time had come for the One to
go
To the temple of the king.
There in
the middle of the people he stands,
Seeing, feeling.
With
just a wave of the strong right hand, he's gone
To the temple
of the king.
Far from
the circle, at the edge of the world,
He's hoping, wondering.
Thinking back on the stories he's heard of
What he's going
to see.
There, in the middle of a circle it lies.
"Heaven
help me!"
Then all could see by the shine in his eyes
The answer had been found.
Back with
the people in the circle he stands,
Giving, feeling.
With
just one touch of a strong right hand, they know
Of the temple
and the king.
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