When the wagons
leave the city for the forest and further
on Painted wagons of the morning dusty
roads where they have gone
Sometimes traveling through the darkness
met the summer coming home Fallen faces
by the wayside looked
as if they might
have known
Oh the sun was in their eyes And the
desert that dries In the country towns Where
the laughter sounds
Oh the dancing and the singing Oh
the music when they played Oh the fires
that they started Oh the girls with no
regret
Sometimes they found it Sometimes
they kept it Often lost it on the way Fought
each other to possess it Sometimes died
in sight of day
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