Sangtekster:
Seeling Hans

The man who sailed around his soul From East to West, from pole to pole With ego as his drunken Captain Greed, the mutineer, had trapped all reason in

Hail to you, my mountain climber, busy at your task I know you're in a hurry but there's something I must ask Do you ever get lonely climbing up so high

Raise your head, meagerest of fledglings And breathe in deep and cease to cry For life it beats within you to fix upon the sky And fix upon the sky and

Step in from the rain It's the nightingales on 2nd Avenue And I can't complain It's a busy night The regulars know me But all the same they decide I'

I just couldn't cry, no matter how hard I try I knew love we shared was dead Until she gave me a letter with some words she wrote down I swear this is

A thousand times a prophet A New York City prophet They lie there all forgotten I wonder who will hear them next Won't be me it won't be you The kind

As I was taught to lead I was fed well on what had come before Everyone who had ever lived Left a lesson regarding what's in store They were just like

Growing up I found the life that I knew Overshadowed by the anger in the clutch of abuse And shells and bullets fell and dropped to the floor I put

Oversettelse: The Allman Brothers Band. Gud hans hvile Soul.