Back road to Izzard,
Going from eternity;
The end has no start,
Onset none can see.
Refrain:
Tell me where I am going,
Is the road clear to get?
No sign of here's showing,
Who we before met.
Back road in blizzard,
Futures in fraternity;
Somewhere’s a wizard,
Knowing magic's a.b.c.
Traveling in the dark,
Somewhere long the road:
A village green park,
With a dwelling abode.
Refrain:
Tell me where I am going,
Is the road clear to get?
No sign of here's showing,
Who we before met.
Back road to Izzard,
Going from eternity;
The end has no start,
Onset none can see.
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