The Fisherman - RPWL

I. High As A Mountain Part 1

So strange the human world, So strange the human sea

Here I’ll cast my fishing rod, catch what belongs to me

My happiness is what I’m throwing far into the world

Taste that honey of my heart, so golden and so sweet

High high as a mountain

My honey is too high for you to reach

High high as a mountain

We shall be the bridge over the valleys of our being

Bite, my fishing rod, bring it up to me

Bringing up the darkest thought our eyes can never see

Above the cloudless silence standing on eternal ground

All the seas of destiny, how many there may be?

High high as a mountain

My honey is too high for you to reach

High high as a mountain

We shall be the bridge over the valleys of our being

But strange enough, you wanderer

What are you striving for?

Walking through that jungle

What are you looking for?

Is it the honey in my veins?

The gardens of our being?

The fruits so ripe and sweet?

The deepness of the sea?

The cool breeze of the ocean?

The knowledge what has been

Tossing fishes back and forth

Driven by the wind?

II.

The Abyss

Way down to the darkest flood

Deep, so deep is the sea

The beginning of the journey to become the self you are

Rise to the stars you made

To the highest place to be

Only there you have the chance to fly and look over yourself

Become the self you are

Feel the self you are

Your will in everything

Your live in every scene

Sailing on the big dream to become the self you are

All comes through your open heart

The highest to achieve

Only love can be the way to bring you closer to yourself

Become the self you are

Feel the self you are

Become the self you are

Feel the self you are

III.

High As A Mountain Part 2

I went down there from waiting

I went down to the sea

Hear me when I’m calling

To you my destiny:

Come to me we don’t care of tomorrow or the past

Turn the eternal hourglass

Forever we will be

High high as a mountain

My honey is too high for you to reach

High high as a mountain

We shall be the bridge over the valleys of our being