The hermit lived on a hill
So far away, so far away
So alone was he, so alone was he

Caught in his thoughts, oh every day
As the winds turned, as the winds turned
And the rains did fall, and the rains did fall

Oh why am I here on this hill? he asked
So lonely here, so lonely here
With the wind and rain, with the wind and rain

Is it peace I need, or escape? he asked
All alone each day, all alone each day
As the world spins by, as the world spins by

Or is it love of the void, of the silence? he asked
As the days go by, as the days go by
And my end is near, and my end is near

No answer came from the wind and rain
For the hermit here, for the hermit here
As he sat in prayer, as he sat in prayer

Life lives itself and sure that is all
In his soul he knew, in his soul he knew
To the sound of wind, to the sound of wind

And nature has its final say
As the sun goes down, as the sun goes down
At the end of the day, at the end of the day.