Just drop your bucket where you are.

Just drop your bucket where you are.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.

Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.

Where shall we get religion? Beneath the open sky, the sphere of crystal silence surcharged with deity.. The midnight earth sends incense up, sweet with the breath of prayer -- Go out beneath the naked night and get religion there.

The woods were made for the hunter of dreams...