The Sycamore's SecretThe Alchemist

[Verse 1] Back beneath the Spanish stars, where my journey first began The ruined church stands silent, witness to the path of man. The sycamore still grows there, where the sacristy once lay I dig beneath its ancient roots, where dreams had shown the way. Not lies the dreams had told me, for something does arise A chest of Spanish gold appears, a glinting, rich surprise. Coins and masks and precious stones, spoils of forgotten years But the real treasure's not the coins, it's conquering the fears. [Chorus] Andalusian dreams, they led me far and wide Across the sands of destiny, with my heart as my guide. The treasure wasn't hidden, in some far distant land It was waiting all along, beneath the shifting sand... Of where I started, close at hand. [Verse 2] I think of all I've learned, the lessons etched in soul Of Melchizedek the king, the merchant strong and whole. The crystal shop's clear teachings, the caravan's slow pace The language without words, Fatima's loving face. The Alchemist's strange wisdom, the desert's vast expanse The courage to keep going, to take another chance. Urim, Thummim in the chest, reminder of the king Life is generous to those, who hear their Legend sing. [Chorus] Andalusian dreams, they led me far and wide Across the sands of destiny, with my heart as my guide. The treasure wasn't hidden, in some far distant land It was waiting all along, beneath my digging hand. [Bridge] The journey was the treasure, the growth, the pain, the strife Understanding omens, the very breath of life. The Pyramids were beautiful, a sight I had to see To understand the message, that was always meant for me. Alhamdulillah, [Praise be to God], for all that I have seen For every twist and turning, every vibrant, hopeful scene. [Chorus] Andalusian dreams, they led me far and wide Across the sands of destiny, with my heart as my guide. The treasure wasn't hidden, in some far distant land It was waiting all along, here beneath my hand. [Outro] Maktub... Home...