Early morning, dreary horizon
Aching hands are pulling a millstone
Wailing from the cart
Moaning from a shattered heart
He’s burned down many a bridge
And he’s scared of walking in the dark
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
He’s burned down many a bridge
And he’s scared of walking in the dark
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
Oh he is worn out from marching
And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching
Yet he keeps up the stride
God knows that he won’t arrive
He’s burned down many a bridge
And he’s scared of walking in the dark
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
He’s burned down many a bridge
And he’s scared of walking in the dark
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[00:40.00]Early morning, dreary horizon
[00:44.00]Aching hands are pulling a millstone
[00:49.00]Wailing from the cart
[00:52.00]Moaning from a shattered heart
[00:57.00]He’s burned down many a bridge
[01:00.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[01:06.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[01:15.00]He’s burned down many a bridge
[01:18.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[01:23.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[01:50.00]Oh he is worn out from marching
[01:54.00]And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching
[01:58.30]Yet he keeps up the stride
[02:02.00]God knows that he won’t arrive
[02:07.00]He’s burned down many a bridge
[02:10.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[02:15.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[02:24.30]He’s burned down many a bridge
[02:28.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[02:33.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
