"Home again..." said the bard, or was it Home ?
Beyond those hills, streams, seas and deserts dry
Distant lands of peace and of maidens shy
Of wars, songs and dreams, how long must he roam
Seeking times gone, to find his long lost Home ?
Look, yonder looms his Home, where those clouds weep
Just on the horizon, where those winds sweep
So near yet so far, other end of sky's dome
Sore is his heart and blistered are his feet
Feeble his wishes are, his Homecoming uncertain
In a tavern with wenchs warm he makes his last sojourn
Singing glories of things unknown and Homecoming sweet
There he walks barefoot smeared with sins and lust
And his sweet little lies of rains on paths of dust
Beyond those hills, streams, seas and deserts dry
Distant lands of peace and of maidens shy
Of wars, songs and dreams, how long must he roam
Seeking times gone, to find his long lost Home ?
Look, yonder looms his Home, where those clouds weep
Just on the horizon, where those winds sweep
So near yet so far, other end of sky's dome
Sore is his heart and blistered are his feet
Feeble his wishes are, his Homecoming uncertain
In a tavern with wenchs warm he makes his last sojourn
Singing glories of things unknown and Homecoming sweet
There he walks barefoot smeared with sins and lust
And his sweet little lies of rains on paths of dust
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