The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came from the cold.
The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came ramblin' on.
On and on the Priest came ramblin' on home.
Well the way it came home.
The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came from the cold.
The Priest came from the mountain.
The Priest came ramblin' on.
On and on the Priest came ramblin' on home.
Oh well the woods can tell,
what’s the way it came home.
Из гор, из холода
Идет священник в путь.
Из гор, из холода,
На бесцельные дали.
Уже мчится он в даль,
Своим краем усталым,
Домой шаги его,
Рассказали бы леса —
Как идет священник домой.
| 1 | How Dark Was the Land |
| 2 | Ripe Fruits |
| 3 | Behind Thyme |
| 4 | Death Has No Reprieve |
| 5 | Death Hawk on My Trail |
| 6 | Hand of Doom |
| 7 | Dead Man |
| 8 | Roamin' Baby Blues |
| 9 | Friend of Joy |
| 10 | Future Moon |