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Deep in time a hunt took place |
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That made a boy a man |
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A song was sung to celebrate |
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And welcome each new hand |
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The story of |
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ShamayaThe song that brings to life |
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The hunt that each boy had to face |
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The hunt of joy or strife |
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And he knows, there he goes |
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Shamaya, shamaya |
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So they pedal down the waters edge |
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A journey of first rites |
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His trembling hands are clenching tight |
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Excitement in his eyes |
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The old man starts to tell him |
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Of a journey just like this |
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When forty years before he'd lost himself |
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In this same myth |
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And the boy became a man |
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Shamaya, Shamaya |
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He hunts with such a vengeance |
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The passion turns to pride |
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The hunt no longer born of need |
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But fueled by his desire |
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Shamaya's not a myth he learns |
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It's a parable of life |
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So when you know your needs too great |
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You should put out the fire |
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And journey on, journey on |
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Shamaya, Shamaya |
