say, my sister is a craftsman from the east

says his traveler’s prayer, crosses the Red Sea

packed a handcarved heart, will not rest till he finds us

will I recognize him? He sure knows me

say, I’m Eve, tell me whose daughter I am to you

thank heavens; the bandage will eventually  match the bruise

countless rounds of hide and seek, once again you will find me

one more traveler’s prayer, we’ll see this through