Keen Robert Earl - The Traveling Storm - Sözleri

In a year that is not now


From a place unknown


I travel on the mountain roads


Looking for someone





Sewn inside my vest, a letter


Tells me where and when


In my purse a sacred dagger


On my horse I run





Restless girl beside the water


Tending to a fire


Kissed a boy and then another


Suiting up for war





Heard a broken band of gypsies


Singing ancient songs


Gave all my silver to a beggar


Still he wanted more





Oh the town of stone and timber


Celebration reigned


No one there seems to remember


Why they carry on





Crowded 'round a man of marble


Speaking foreign tongues


There the stone began to crumble


And the crowd did moan





In the unforgiving morning


Caravans of shame


Turn south to the dry land highway


I turn to the sea





Like a snake so quick and deadly


Sleepless, coiled and cool


The one I seek is making ready


Waiting patiently





Pity not the weary traveler


He lives in his mind


He is friend of wind and weather


And from fire is born





Pity then the cool betrayer


Waiting patiently


No precaution made will save him


From the traveling storm














		
			



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