Theme For An Imaginary Western

When the wagons leave the city
 for the forest and further on
 Painted wagons of the morning
 dusty roads where they have gone
 Sometimes travelling through the darkness
 met the summer coming home
 Fallen faces by the wayside
 looked as if they might have known
 O the sun was in their eyes
 and the desert that dries
 In the country town
 where the laughter sounds
 O the dancing and the singing
 O the music when they played
 O the fires that they started
 O the girls with no regret
 Sometimes they found it
 Sometimes they kept it
 Often lost it on the way
 Fought each other to possess it
 Sometimes died in sight of day