Wending our way, we wonder where
the Guys and the Gals went who seem to be gone.
Are we to wander inside of this weather
until we are lost like the others were?
Why were they lost, we wonder moreover,
the brave Moravian men with their women,
the ones in canoes and the cannibals too?
Some seemed to drown in the ever-new river,
some went along for the ride because lonely,
and some never got to the gates made of horn;
but some sought to come back to where they were born,
the ones who cried only, if only, if only.
