Far Far Away

Far far away Beyond the plains Beyond where you and I can see In the heights of the mountains Lies a little place Where once maybe A god used to reside But I do not know for sure And over there Is a shrine It does not have any idol No one comes to pray But it is spiritual And godly In it's own sense Underneath the shrine There lies an earthen pot With a scroll inside Which has text in an ancient language And smells like cinnamon and flowers The old scroll Now dusty and dirty Is still very valuable It contains The secret to happiness And maybe one day When you and I master the language Of the early men and women We will be as happy And as contented As Adam and Eve were When they first came here