[ Featuring the Fair ]
Rubbish bags strewn on the mountainside
Tent doors closed all the way
Campfire burned itself out through the night
Scorched black upon grey
The prophet's voice tells me the sun will rise soon
As I gaze at the world from on high
In the shade of the mountain, our Mother today
This beautiful morning twilight
Sleepers sleep and dreamers dream
While I sit on my perch
Pastel blue is the sky that I seek
Endlessly searching
The prophet's voice tells me the sun will rise soon
As I gaze at the world from on high
In the shade of the mountain, our Mother today
This beautiful morning twilight
This beautiful morning twilight
