(Music - Nick McMaster, Lyrics taken from a text fragment written by Michelangelo, circa 1522) The soul tries out a thousand cures, in vain; Since I was taken from my early road, Vainly it worries how it can return. The sea and the mountains, and the fire and the sword, All these together, I live in their midst. The mountain, he'll not leave me, who has seized My intellect, and taken away my reason.