One year I ran and ran and ran

In the East and the South and the North and the West


And It's only when I finally came to rest


That I realized I had no legs

So i picked up again and ran and ran.

And everywhere I ran I did proclaim

"I am no cripple I'm not lame.


No I'm just looking for my legs


I'm just looking for my legs."
Through Christendom and Araby


And all through higher heathenry

Up the shale and down the scree


Wondering where those legs could be.
And in the gallery so vast


Ambassadors were breaking fast


And when I asked they looked aghast

"We're just looking for our legs."

And in the balcony so high

Men of avarice rushing by


And when I asked they gave a sigh


"We're just looking for our legs."
And in the dining hall so long


The shackled harper sang her song

And the stone-eared feasters sang along


They sang "We're all looking for our legs."So I picked up again and ran and ran.
And then in a city in the North


I came to the foot of the high-low stair


Something gave a twinkle in my eye

And there stood a sage in the frosty air.

And to the sage I did proclaim

"Look I'm no cripple I'm not lame.


No I'm just looking for my legs


Tell me brother have you seen my legs?"
Then the sage gave a wink as a sage should do


And just as he began to freeze

He said these words and I'll tell you true


"Forget your legs and find your knees."
So I bent to the task and took to the air


Up and down the high-low stair


'Cross the chasm 'cross the schism

Like a moonbeam through a prism.

Time to live as the unyoked oxen turn

Time to turn as the unyoked oxen live.

Time to live as the unyoked oxen turn

Time to turn as the unyoked oxen live.