Where did you go my statue friend?
When did you become a marionette?
And who would you choose,
If the curtains closed and your strings were loose?
Where did you go my cedar dream?
Golden meadows, a silver stream.
And where will I sleep,
If the trees we felled never stand as beams?
The frame was wide and we built it truly.
We shook and swore, "This will make us happy."
And man what a thrill,
It's the life we've built, it's the one we'll die for.