If I lay my hands on the Grail Show concern with anguish, soon to lose Could these things mean nothing to a fool When he finds himself alone with Truth. Nights go on when days pass by, Storms blow up and darkness rules my sky. If inside of Hades I should board Cross the Styx on alms loaned from the poor. Could these things mean nothing to fool When he finds himself alone with Truth. Think of friends last seen in mundane air Gone now times left far and too beyond Could these things mean nothing to a fool When he finds himself alone with Truth.