I sit beside the dark
Beneath the mire
Cold grey dusty day
The morning lake
Drinks up the sky
Katmandu I´ll soon by seeing you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down
Chop me some Broken wood
We’ll start a fire
White warm light the dawn
And help me see
Old satan´s tree
Katmandu I´ll soon be touching you
And your strange bewildering time
Will hold me down
Pass me my hat and coat
Lock up the cabin
Slow night treat me right
until I go
Be nice to know