Philo saw a red fox up ahead
Once again he followed where it lead
Beatrice always by his side
All along this strange and winding ride
And the two, and the two,
and the two of them made their way
The hunter's steps were heavy and were slow
He had nowhere that he had to go
Nobody was walking by his side
All along this strange and winding ride
All alone, all alone,
All alone did he make his way
The hunter saw a red fox up ahead
He would never follow where it lead
Hunter Gray would sooner have died
Than be taken on another ride
All alone, all alone,
All alone did he make his way
There behind the fox he saw the pair
He called to them, and he stopped them there
His voice cracked, and then right there he cried
To find others on this hopeless ride
And the three, and the three
and the three of them walked their way
His curse was to wander in these woods
Together they could wander all
Share their knowledge, everything they tried
To make sense of this senseless ride
And the three, and the three
And the three of them joined their hands
Then out from the woods came something strange
Like a bobcat that had two glowing horns
It was Light Bringer, it was on their side
And would help them on their helpless ride
And the four, and the four
And the four of them found a way
Light Bringer touched the woman with its horn
Beatrice felt as though she'd been reborn
As great wisdom flowed into her mind
She knew there was much more to find
And the four, and the four
And the four of them found a way
They made a monastery out of tents
An endless pilgrimage that slowly went
Light Seeker and the Hunter as their guides
To give meaning to their winding ride
And the four, and the four
And the four of them made their way