Текст песни
The dirt road curls
A ribbon of dust
Under a sky that's a canvas of rust
I hear the whispers
Old trees sigh
A language of roots
A world gone by
Wanderer's moon
High and pale
Lighting the path
The worn-out trail
Round and round
It calls my name
Wanderer's moon
Never the same
Feet bare on stone
The cold bites deep
The kind of cold you don't dare to keep
Shadows dance
The fire won't stay
Night eats the edges of another day
Wanderer's moon
High and pale
Lighting the path
The worn-out trail
Round and round
It calls my name
Wanderer's moon
Never the same
