The Sadu

A Persian winter's day and snow lay deep on the ground

Hadji pulled his collar way up, he went out and took a look around

They all said the fruit won't fall too far from the family tree

But Hadji he just shook his head and said "that ain't good enough for me"

You see his grand daddy died in a wishing well

He was fishing for coins when he slipped and fell

His daddy he died from a cobra's bite

after fooling around with the charmer's wife

But Hadji had a plan that he never told anyone

He left it all behind that day and headed east toward the rising sun

He came upon a holy man who took the boy under his wing

Led him down some secret paths and taught him some mysterious things

They climbed to the aerie of the sacred bird

who sang him a note that's never been heard

They descended to the depths of the bardo caves

and now he's a bona fide wandering sage

He's the keeper of the talisman, the all-seeing eye and the magic hand

And now they all bow down to the Sadu of Symbolistan

He's got him a robe made of China silk

Lives on dates and camel's milk

He's no ordinary man