St. Francis In Katmandu 1

Met St. Francis just last year
Wanderin' 'round Katmandu
Seem to be there on his own
And hitch-hiking through
He asked questions with his songs
'Bout where to find his girl
The quiet love and peacefulness of his soul

For a group of unknown friends
Every night he sang
While a ??? would make
A magic thing

Young folks gathered at a place
Called the Buddha Tree
Where you'd pay just for the be a part was free

Praisin' Brother Sun
Praisin' Sister Moon
Be thankful
For all the bounties of this Earth
The sea and the sky
And praisin' for the wind
And praisin' for the soft, gentle rain
Praisin' for the sweetness going on in my brain

In the land of Hindu gods
What's Francis searching for?
Leaves of freedom so ??? sad
A hashish ???
Where he sat to row his dream
Letting his kite unwind
Without ??? hidden in the sails of his mind

Star is from his Afghan bag
He'd freely pass around
Juggling all around as he would tell
What he had found
Children liked to be with him
The truth they'd always see
Busy people don't take time to be free

Then St. Francis left to seek
Crossroads he might find
Other gods and other smiles
Were in his mind
Grass would good but not enough
Needing more from his youth
Searching for the one where he'll find his own truth

[Humming, ends]