Theme For An Imaginary Western

When the wagons leave the city for the forest and further on

Painted wagons of the morning, dusty roads where they have gone

Sometimes travellin' through the darkness, met the summer comin' home

Fallen faces by the wayside, looked as if they might have known

Oh the sun was in their eyes, and the desert was dry

In the country towns, where their laughter sounds

Oh the dancing and the singing and the music when they played

Oh the fire that they started along the trail with no regrets

Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it

Often lost it along the way

Fought each other to possess it, sometimes blind to the light of day

Oh the sun was in their eyes, and the desert was dry

In the country towns, where their laughter sounds