Travel & Toil

Under a creosote bush
In a desert wild
I saw the bones
Of a very small child
They were neatly arranged
And bleached by the sun
I walked away
I didn't tell anyone

Travel and toil
Circle the world
I'll never have one
Like that raven-haired girl

At the mouth of a canyon
In the heat of the day
A wagon stands empty
But a dog guards the way
A subsequent search
Proved fruitless and dry
A dog later slept
In the sweet by and by

Travel and toil
Circle the world
I'll never have one
Like that raven-haired girl

High on the ridge
In a blanket of snow
An old man surveys
The valley below
And all that he sees
He owns free and clear
But the biles in his throat
And his eyes fill with tears

Travel and toil
Circle the world
I'll never have one
Like that raven-haired girl
Travel and toil
Circle the world
I'll never have one
Like that raven-haired girl