(They sing.)
The Piper pipes in the centre, hidden from sight.
Ah, the turbulent tune, to whose time the oceans dance,
And dance our heaving hearts.
Fling away all burdens and cares, brother,
Do not be doubtful of your path,
For the path wakes up of itself
Under the dancing steps of freedom.
Ferryman
There comes the Watchman. Ask him. I know about the way; but he knows about the wayfarers.
Watchman
Who are you?
We are just what you see. That's our only description.
Watchman
But what do you want?
We want the Old Man.