Kathalis

It's late afternoon, and I think you're going home

I hold back the tears, and I held your hand so firm

I said what you've made me, what you've made me

Is the man that I've become

And you're half way between this world, and your home

Distant mountains call your name through every wave on the shore

And bamboo grows down every broken road

I said what you've made me

What you've made me

And I hope you're in that olive grove, that we were in when I was young