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Caravans
by Talmorney
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Always at this time of year
I sense it in your heart
How the danger's there
Like a raw wound that has not healed
For the long departed
You stand at the garden gate
Patiently wait
For the thud of hoof prints
On the west wind
As they ride under moonlight
Some will shout and bang their guns
Others will doubtless turn and run
When the caravans are coming to town
Maybe they'll take us this time around
If we leave all the baggage that weighs us down
Then we'll be on them
Oh we'll be on them
We were deserters from the age
Daring the world to be more enraged
By the clamour
And the chaffing
Of the dark armies marching
So we're sealed off in our gated homes
Drifting through rooms like abandoned ghosts
These forebodings
Never showing
When the flood mark will claim us
Some still blame the wasting sun
Others deny what we have done
But the caravans are coming to town
Maybe they'll take us this time around
If we leave all the baggage that weighs us down
Then we'll be on them
Oh we'll be on them
Out beyond the town
And up to the hills
Straight through the wood
To the sacred fields
Out beyond the town
And up to the hills
Straight through the wood
To the sacred fields
Always at this time of year
I sense it in your heart
How the danger's there
Like a raw wound that has not healed
For the long departed
Always at this time of year
I sense it in your heart
How the danger's there
Like a raw wound that has not healed
For the long departed
You stand at the garden gate
Patiently wait
For the thud of hoof prints
On the west wind
As they ride under moonlight
Some will shout and bang their guns
Others will doubtless turn and run
When the caravans are coming to town
Maybe they'll take us this time around
If we leave all the baggage that weighs us down
Then we'll be on them
Oh we'll be on them
We were deserters from the age
Daring the world to be more enraged
By the clamour
And the chaffing
Of the dark armies marching
So we're sealed off in our gated homes
Drifting through rooms like abandoned ghosts
These forebodings
Never showing
When the flood mark will claim us
Some still blame the wasting sun
Others deny what we have done
But the caravans are coming to town
Maybe they'll take us this time around
If we leave all the baggage that weighs us down
Then we'll be on them
Oh we'll be on them
Out beyond the town
And up to the hills
Straight through the wood
To the sacred fields
Out beyond the town
And up to the hills
Straight through the wood
To the sacred fields
Always at this time of year
I sense it in your heart
How the danger's there
Like a raw wound that has not healed
For the long departed
