All ye who are lost You must return to the seashore You can't be lost as long as you can feel The ocean's holy roar And there go john, with a black root There go john, with a black root There go john, with a black root Aimin' to conquer somebody's soul The wheel of life keeps turnin' Just like rings inside the trunk Of a holy redwood sovereign, Troubadour, knight, minstrel, monk And there go john, with a black root There go john, with a black root There go john, with a black root Aimin' to conquer somebody's soul The river of my baby The ocean of my lover The farmland of my father And the sunlight of my mother And there go john, with a black root There go john, with a black root There go john, with a black root Aimin' to conquer somebody's soul And there he go...