In
the mist of sassafras
Many
things will come to pass
And
the smoke shall rise again
To
the place above where it began
Time
will bring the fire and flame
As
surely as it brought the rain
But
in the gardens of the moon
Time
is held within the silver spoon
If
you're happy where you are
Then
you need not look too far
If
you've found your place at last
Then
you need not use the looking glass