[Verse 1] I do wonder about it; how good must one be, so for people to fathom, for people to see? I will say this as Luna is still rather bright. It’s diminishing, now, soon I won’t give much light. [Verse 2] There were authors and prophets and priests in the past, and those should be remembered, whose writings will last. How come people seem to prefer brightness of star? How come people prefer to read mystique, by far? [Chorus] Augustine did deliver, confession his task. Martin Luther, that genius; who knows? I ask. And that Kierkegaard; he, only one in a school? Serious fear of the serious signifies fool. [Verse 3] Entertainment is what we are tempted to seek. The quick answer is really the core of mystique. Let me tell you, I woke when I read the discourse between Luther and Erasmus. That was my source. [Bridge] To The Lord one is either the sheep or the goat. He was precious, dear Paul, when from prison he wrote. He let write, there is faith, there is hope, there is love. Without love there are only quick answers to know.
