When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone
Sometimes traveling to the darkness
Met the summer coming home
Fall faces by the wayside
Looked as if they might have known
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Oh, the sun was in their eyes
And the desert that dries
In the country town
Where the laughter sounds
All the dancing and the singing
All the music when they played
All the fires that they started
And all the girls with no regrets
Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it
Often lost it along the way
Fought each other to posses it
Sometimes died in sight of day.