Testo di The Traveller

Fluttering brocades, golden and crimson Swaying of braids, diadems and dreams Dancing joyfully all through the night Gems and silk and oriental spices Round we dance Round we dance Gleaming of candles Round we dance Round we dance The past is past Through travelers’ tales I travel too Tales of strange, distant worlds Empires of jade, oriental horizons Dark, black mysterious eyes Brave merchants through deserts and mountains Miles and miles to reach this court