When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and futher on
Painted wagon of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes travelin' through the darkness
At the summer comin' home
Foreing faces by the wayside
Look as if they hadn't known
Oh the sad was in their eyes
And the desert that's dry
where
wayside
wagon
their
singing
through
foreing
painted
dusty
wagons
darkness
sometimes
inside
return
faces
country
forest
often
there
futher
desert
grave
summer
found
dancing
known
leave
roads
shadow
morning
music
possess
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