الكلمات الأصلية
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On the road we go, the wild is calling
Searching for our truth, the leaves are falling
Come the night, we will find simple joys, stars and skies
The fire that's growing
Opening our eyes, the creek is glowing
In the morning light, we rise we follow
Take me to a higher view
Step by step, coming to the fire that's roaring
The world moves round again
