He smiled and rubbed the stubble on his chin
He sure shall find the weariness and dreariness of life that´s growing thin
Yet he didn´t have so very far to go
With a pencil in his hand he will travel on as planned

With a mere step in the mountain to a light

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
Oh they don´t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice

Even in the morning when he slept
Something odd is missing
There´s nothing very much to talk about
And nothing very much to see

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
oh they don´t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice

Talks about the place he´d like to go
And you never see the worrying and hurrying and that makes a person slow

Yet you wouldn´t think he´d be so hard to find
Yet he looks so very busy but there´s nothing on his mind
And his wavy hair continues not to grow

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
oh they don´t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice

Craise Finton Kirk, see him go, on his way
Oh they don´t know where he is
Very very nice, very very nice