[00:11.64]When the wagons leave the city[00:12.24]For the forest and further on[00:15.21]Painted wagons of the morning[00:30.75]Dusty roads where they have gone[00:48.09]Sometimes travelling through the darkness[00:48.93]Met the summer coming home[00:49.47]Fallen faces by the wayside[00:50.04]Looked as if they might have known[00:56.46]O the sun was in their eyes[01:09.00]And the desert that dries[01:15.81]In the country town[01:22.08]Where the laughter sounds[01:31.62]O the dancing and the singing[01:32.19]O the music when they played[01:40.59]O the fires that they started[01:41.22]O the girls with no regret[01:48.00]Sometimes they found it[02:01.50]Sometimes they kept it[02:02.31]Often lost it on the way[02:02.79]Fought each other to possess it[02:20.73]Sometimes died in sight of day