Текст песни
Days were bright, breeze was low,
and the bonnets bloomed
and, like us, were doomed
to wilt and wither.
Clouds rolled in with a wind
and a full assault,
so it ain't our fault,
we can blame the weather.
Cold, hard rain on a simmering plain,
where'd all the sunshine go?
Floods came, and washed it away
with all that I'd come to know.
Our caravan strayed from the plan
and a two horse cart
took half my heart
'cross trails and pathways
The life I left ain't the same one to be found
At the border camps, where fate has us both bound
in a caravan.
