Go east of your dream and farm. Let peace and silence spin your yarn. What harm can befall thee in yon wilderness of clove?Go on, east of ginger trees. Grow soft and silent like the breeze.With ease be off and wander in yon wilderness of clove.Go on, past the golden rods. Where fools and angels lose their rods. And gods of the ancestors did immerse themselves in clove.Go on, toward the crimson shore. Beyond this life of mental force. Where doors of understanding's house, decorates heathen with clove.Go on, past the golden rods. Where fools and angels lose their rods. And gods of the ancestors did immerse themselves in clove.Be lions roaring in the forest of knowledge. Whales swimming in the ocean of life. Prepare to meet the haula in the garden of clove.Go on, past the golden rods. Where fools and angels lose their rods. And gods of the ancestors did immerse themselves in clove.Go on, past the golden rods. Where fools and angels lose their rods. And gods of the ancestors did immerse themselves in clove.