There's an ancient place, it's a city of grace Where I lived as in a dream Where the elders prayed and the children played By the mountainside and stream As I waved goodbye from the riverside It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face Of the young Tibetan God-King It's a bad old wind, should no good begin From a hurt that has been done When the line was crossed and the land was lost Oh, the holy exiled ones As I waved goodbye from the riverside It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face Of the young Tibetan God-King I can hear the cry of the geese that fly Between the mountain and the moon And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow Are carried like a haunting tune As I waved goodbye from the riverside It was too much to take in I could see the place, and imagine the face Of the young Tibetan God-King