What is the Soul, have you ever thought?
Or is it a mystery in which you are caught?
We all have a Soul, we seem to know
Let's realize the truth before it is time to go ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new moon,
With the old moon in her arms;
And I fear, I fear, my master dear!
We shall have a deadly storm.
Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.