The Old Barge کے بول

["A long awaited journey. Now we're finally on the way. We leave behind the comfort of the poet's town..."] Beautiful this broken town , even though it's fled by man White doves flying in the sun , above desert sands Where the city stood , now ruins stands Sitting in Darkness with Tales To Tell Arguing , drinking all night as well The last fair or pilgrims with answers to gain To go to the valley and meet with "The One" in vain Drifting down the river From the railing we stare Journey on to the sea of grass The old barge will take us there Led along by mysterious crew Bright shiny eyes and skins of blue The last fair of pilgrims with answers to gain To go to the valley and meet with "The One" in vain Drifting down the river From the railing we stare Journey on to the sea of grass The old barge will take us there