D D. CROW

Gloom, and I’m looking at the words
The day is breaking into the emptiness of winter
Blue wind flying by the sound of morning

It’s time to pack the bag
Take you
And drift to a serenade land
To the prospect of gold
We shall go

By the distance of the beat
We’ll hit the road
And never come back

Just like Jack
No more

Now baby
Pick up your things
Take me
And lets drift

To the prospect of gold
Come on let go

Voices in my head
Telling nothing
But inside my heart
It feels like miracle
The wish of traveling
With you
Makes it right,
Dignify

It’s time to pack the bag
It’s time to dance the sand
it’s time baby
To drift to serenade land

Cheer up baby