Faun - The Trip Goes On текст песни

When the open sky meets the trail
When the restless wind blows on the sail
My listless leaves will flutter fall
When the horizon's beckon calls

The road is wide, the passage free
The trip goes on and on endlessly
Through all the ways to no return
Should I stumble, I may learn

Stitch a patch upon my pack
Hoist the sac upon my back
With my staff and one good eye
I may laugh and I may cry

The road is wide, the passage free
The trip goes on and on endlessly...