Mountain.

When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and futher on
Painted wagon of the morning
Dusty roads where they´ve gone
Sometimes travelin´ through the darkness
At the summer comin´ home
Foreing faces by the wayside
Look as if they hadn´t known
All the sad was in their eyes
And the desert that´s dry
In a country town
Where the map was found

Oh the dancing and the singing
Oh the music when they play
Oh the fire that they saw there
On the grave of no return
Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Ofen lost in on the way
Pawnee shadow to possess him
Sometimes ride inside of day
Oh the sad was in their eyes
And the desert that´s dry
In a country town
Where the map was found

Oh the sad was in their eye
And the desert that´s dry
In a country town
Where the wagons bound


Por Mozar Netto