across the river and into the trees
Upon the mountain-side
kings are laughing in the rain
the path lies clear for those with eyes
Coming over the hill
the horizon bends to let me through
But the valley is waiting for me
and whither then, I do not know
The road goes ever on and on
across the river and into the trees
Upon the mountain-side
kings are laughing in the rain
the path lies clear for those with eyes
Now that the journey is over...
Last Train Home (آخرین قطار بسوی خانه)
