thousand ways

Oh, I have lived for ages Im a thousand turns of tides
Im a thousand wakes of springtime and thousand infant cries
Oh, a thousand infant cries
I got sixteen hundred tigers now tied to silver strings
When they plowed in the pastures, oh the mighty heart will sing
Oh, the mighty heart will sing
But Ill always be blamed for the sun going down with a sigh
But Im the light in the middle of every mans fog
I bend my arrows now in circles and I shoot around the hill
If I dont get you in the morning, by the evening I sure will
By the evening I sure will
Because Im the fire on the mountain you have lit up in your dream
But also water on the fountain you could send myself on me
You could send myself on me
Because Ill always be blamed for the sun going down with a sigh
But Im the light in the middle of every mans fog
And no I never meant to say these words but yes you ought to know
That the dark in what Ive always been, it will not ever go
No it will not ever go
And for so I lived a thousand years, a thousand turns of tides
Just a thousand leaves in autumn and a thousand ways to try
Oh, a thousand
Its just a thousand ways to try
Ways to try