The Wandering Road

- Curuwen

I sit watching
As the lonely sun sink beyond the horizon
And I wonder
When I will hear the warm winds sing

My mind wanders east
To the land I have left
And I wonder
When the blue silence will fall

I gaze at the dusty road before me
Looking into the silent sun-lit trees
I raise my head
To watch the boats of gray drift to the western lands.