Greece

Dancing amongst the olive trees
Are the crowds of people so,
Who listen to the world, it sounds
An echo bleating far below.

Take the essence of the wind
Which whispers of the truth it knows,
And let it take you past the door
And into a cave which glows

With knowledge of wisdom fine,
Past on down the generations,
And gives a clue of future reckoning,
And stands united with all nations.

Ask yourself how Zorba lived,
Will him to be your Saint,
Keep him fed with fruits of forest,
Plant him straight outside the gate.