One day, in the year of the fox 
Came a time remembered well, 
When the strong young man of the rising sun 
Heard the tolling of the great black bell. 
One day in the year of the fox, 
When the bell began to ring, 
It meant the time [bad word] for one to go 
To the temple of the king. 

There in the middle of the circle he stands, 
Searching, seeking. 
With just one touch of his trembling hand, 
The answer will be found. 
Daylight waits while the old man sings, 
Heaven help me! 
And then like [bad word] of a thousand wings, 
It shines upon the one. 
And the day has just begun. 

One day in the year of the fox 
Came a time remembered well, 
When the strong young man of the rising sun 
Heard the tolling of the great black bell. 
One day in the year of the fox, 
When the bell began to sing 
It meant the time [bad word] for the one to go 
To the temple of the king. 

There in the middle of the people he stands, 
Seeing, feeling. 
With just a wave of the strong right hand, he's gone 
To the temple of the king. 

Far from the circle, at the edge of the world, 
He's hoping, wondering. 
Thinking back on the stories he's heard of 
What he's going to see. 
There, in the middle of a circle it lies. 
Heaven help me! 
Then all could see by the shine in his eyes 
The answer had been found. 

Back with the people in the circle he stands, 
Giving, feeling. 
With just one touch of a strong right hand, they know 
Of the temple and the king.