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TROUBADOUR'S MUSE

Why am I always moving on ?
Never can I stay too long.
Rolling Road - rolling away -
why can I never stay ?

I can touch, but cannot hold.
What was new, never grows old.
Rolling Road is rolling on.
All I can keep is a song.

Chorus
In mist of morning, I watch Sunrise.
In heat of Noon, it shines in my eyes.
Evening settles in soothing blue.
Curtain of Night brings Moonlight view,
I rest awhile and dream of Dawn,
when it's back on the Road - rolling on.

Why am I always on the Way ?
Wanderer who can never stay.
I hear stories Time has told.
They grow older, but never old.

It's a life of always passing through.
Never old. Forever new.
Rolling Road is rolling on.
All I can carry is a song.

Chorus
In mist of morning, I watch Sunrise.
In heat of Noon, it shines in my eyes.
Evening settles in soothing blue.
Curtain of night brings Moonlight view,
I rest awhile and dream of Dawn,
when it's back on the Road - rolling on.


( © 2003 - "Future Folk" Music - Betty J. Curtis )