I hunt for the golden stag. br You may smile, my friends, but I br pursue the vision that eludes me. br I run across hills and dales, I wander br through nameless lands, because I am br hunting for the golden stag. br You come and buy in the market br and go back to your homes laden with br goods, but the spell of the homeless br winds has touched me I know not when br and where. br I have no care in my heart; all my br belongings I have left far behind me. br I run across hills and dales, I wander br through nameless lands--because I am br hunting for the golden stag.