As the deer, as the stag, as the doe, as the fawn, Frolics, leaps, walks, stands... However, I am at the forest meadow verge, In between coming and going, I am thirsty again, again thirsty. To or from another stream, pond, pool, In between flowers and leaves and grass I am thirsty again, again thirsty. In between lunch and supper, I am thirsty again, again thirsty. Where is Your Way? To that other fountain where we met with my bucket years ago? Where is Your Way?