By Rev

A cool night and a sweet springtime breeze
And it's good to be feeling no pain.
On the road once again under bright stars and trees,
For the memories that will remain
Of the girls as they dance and the music that plays
And the paths that will cross on the way,
And the magic we whisper between us at night
And the warm light we drink through the day.

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It's a mystery.
Writing history.
And it thrills my soul when I see
How these nights leave their mark.
All these things we say,
Then we're on our way,
And you can't hold on or turn back,
As the caravan rolls on down the track.

There's a raven-haired lady in a black flowing skirt,
And my hands stroke the silk of her hair.
Then a sleek belly-dancer lights the night while we flirt
As her torch carves a line in the air.
And a fair-haired girl who has answered the call
Puzzles over each new twist and turn,
As she struggles to read faded notes on the wall
By the light of her bridges that burn.

Chorus

A warm night and a sweet summer squall,
Looking back on a long road behind.
There's a scent of the bittersweet days when leaves fall,
And the solitude I'm doomed to find
As the days fill with darkness and frost fills the ground
And the wanderers wend their way home
Where they'll gather their thoughts as they wait for the sound
When the drums call them once more to roam.

Chorus