Oh! the sun was in their eyes And the desert that dries.
When the wagons leave the city For the forest and further on Painted wagons of the morning Dusty roads where they have gone Sometimes travelling through the darkness Met the summer coming home Fallen faces by the wayside Looked ass if they might have known.
Oh! the sun was in their eyes And the desert that dries. In the country townes Where the laughter sounds.
Oh! the dancing and the singing Oh! the music when they played Oh! the fires that they started Oh! the girls with no regrets Sometimes they found it Sometimes they kept it Often lost it on the way Fought each other to possess it Sometimes died in sight of dax.
Oh! the sun was in their eyes And the desert that dries. In the country townes Where the laughter sounds.