After fire comes the rain
The rain washes away
The blackened soil in the distance
Process starts over again

Near the pyres the women weep
Their tears hiss in the flames
And in the smoke there's a signal
For their sons and daughters to….

Take cover, unless you are on the right side of the fire
But who is right? And where is wrong?
This koan It's easier said than done.

A lonely mariner dreamt a little dream
Where in it he was the subject of an old song lamenting the sea.
"Keep eyes on winds and tides, neither good, bad, right or wrong
There is a storm ahead in the distance
Tell the stowaways to

Take cover unless you are
On the right side of the fire
But who is right, and where is wrong?
This koan is easier said than done."

Oh…said than done
Ohhh…said than done.
Oh, said than done.

Dance while the devil sleeps.
After fire comes the rain,
Again let's smoke for a signal.