I'll build myself a mansion to shield me from the rains, To guard me from their cruel words and all their worldly pains; I'll build it out of loneliness, I'll build it out of sorrow;
Over the Heaven-dreaming moon; Down through the canyons deep in shadow; - - "Fly, swiftly fly," came the call of the sky, - - "If you seek for El-Dorado."
