The endless river of eternity flows,
Carries the days of future past,
We set sail the blue horizon always jumping back,
The wind is our guide,
The events I see on the shores of time,
Are but ripples on the water,
Someone is to blame; the ripple doesn’t form itself,
Who threw the stone?
My dear wife wasn’t any old fish in the sea,
She was my sail, but led me in the wrong direction,
The old witches were the rudder, pushing me off the horizon.
But the person who controls the boat is the captain, and that was me.