Then another morn and another road
leading to the same goal.
My heart still was warm with her love.
And yesterday looked old.
Down the road stretched early light.
Only some hobo and the wind blowin’.
Wild dreams may vanish with the day
and sweetness may only be false.
Gather your hopes and your yearnings.
Be thankful again for all.
Put on your cloth and don’t talk,
follow the sunrays on your road.
Lyrics & Music: Michel Montecrossa, © Mira Sound Germany