I remember travelling by your sidenI was your disciple and you were my guidenNow the choice is made and the wrong is donenand I will meet you next year in ZionnNext year in ZionnnAnd I remember the drugs we didnI was drinking opium and you were smoking weednThere are healthier things I now get high onnAnd I will meet you next year in ZionnNext year in ZionnnI have no home and I have no housenand I am quiet like a mousenbut I can fight like a giantnand I will meet you next year in Zion nNext year in ZionnnNow no one has a thousand friendsnand something starts where another endsnI was wrong when I said you were the one I could rely onnand I will meet you next year in ZionnNext year in ZionnnNow drink your wine and drink your beernAnd kindle your candle on the chandeliernIt looks like gold but it's made of ironnI will meet you next year in ZionnNext year in ZionnnI have no home and I have no housenand I am quiet like a mousenbut I can fight like a giantnand I will meet you next year in ZionnNext year in ZionnnI have no home and I have no housenand I am quiet like a mousenbut I can roar like a lionnand I will meet you next year in ZionnI will meet you next year in ZionnI will meet you-