I used to call At the Roving Jewel I'd stay there For the winter Memories, Pinned inside of me Like the scarlet curtains Hanging in the window
Bows of silk And strands of hair All the pages Lying empty Seems to me A Mystery Like the scarlet curtains Hanging in the window
Paper flowers On the table Thought I'd left them By the door
All the pictures They have fallen, I've fallen with them Many times before
I've bid farewell To the Roving Jewel Secrets sleeping In the barley Silver skies Things I've left behind And the scarlet curtains Hanging in the windows...