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On the road to Sion, I met a woman
a shepherdess so fair
she spoke these words in a secret whisper Et in Arcadio ego

I traweled east through the red mountains
by the cross and this horse of God Saint Anthony the hermit said, "begone, begone" I hold the secrets of God

In the harvest time I rested
seeking the fruit of the vine
in the midday sun I saw them
blue apples, blue apples Et in Arcadio ego

In the shadow of Mary I found the secrets of God