The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
Far away, on golden land,
A blossoming city, a beautiful band.
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
These carefree blooms,
By the adorned season's vows,
My steps never pause.
These carefree blooms,
By the adorned season's vows,
My steps never pause.
It feels to the heart, like to the sky,
Without wings, I am flying high.
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
Here, ray by ray,
When it touches each garden,
My heart forgets all burden.
Here, ray by ray,
When it touches each garden,
My heart forgets all burden.
When a flower-laden branch bends,
A magical spell descends.
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
When, slowly by the river's edge,
The day declines,
And evening paints with henna signs,
When, slowly by the river's edge,
The day declines,
And evening paints with henna signs,
Softly, on silent feet,
From a village colored sweet,
Comes a fair maiden, adorned and ready.
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
Far away, on golden land,
A blossoming city, a beautiful band.
The path meanders, where does it lead?
Do you know, do you heed?
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