Songtext von 16 On The Trip

When the open sky meets the trail When the restless wind blows on the sail My listless leaves will flutter fall When the horizon's beckon calls The road is wide, the passage free The trip goes on and on endlessly Through all the ways to no return Should I stumble, I may learn Stitch a patch upon my pack Hoist the sac upon my back With my staff and one good eye I may laugh and I may cry The road is wide, the passage free The trip goes on and on endlessly...