In a year that is not now
From a place unknown
I travel on the mountain roads
Looking for someoneSewn inside my vest, a letter
Tells me where and when
In my purse a sacred dagger
On my horse I runRestless girl beside the water
Tending to a fire
Kissed a boy and then another
Suiting up for warHeard a broken band of gypsies
Singing ancient songs
Gave all my silver to a beggar
Still he wanted moreOh the town of stone and timber
Celebration reigned
No one there seems to remember
Why they carry onCrowded 'round a man of marble
Speaking foreign tongues
There the stone began to crumble
And the crowd did moanIn the unforgiving morning
Caravans of shame
Turn south to the dry land highway
I turn to the seaLike a snake so quick and deadly
Sleepless, coiled and cool
The one I seek is making ready
Waiting patientlyPity not the weary traveler
He lives in his mind
He is friend of wind and weather
And from fire is bornPity then the cool betrayer
Waiting patiently
No precaution made will save him
From the traveling storm