Theme For An Imaginary Western

When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone

Sometimes travelin´, through the darkness
Met the summer comin´ home
Fallen faces, By the wayside
Looked as if, They might have known

Oh the sand was in their eyes
And the desert was dry
In a country town
Where the laughter sounds

Oh the dancing and the singing
Oh the music when they played
Oh the fire that they started
Long ago with no regret

Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Often lost it, along the way
Fought each other to possess it
Sometimes died, in sight of day

Oh the sand, was in their eyes
and the desert was dry
In the country town
where the laughter sounds

Oh the sand was in their eyes
and the desert was dry
In the country town
where the laughter sounds