Theme from an Imaginary Western - Mountain

When the wagons leave the city

For the forest and further on Painted wagons of the morning

Dusty roads where they have gone

Sometimes traveling through the darkness

Met the summer coming home

Fallen faces by the wayside

Looked as if they might have known

Oh the sun was in their eyes

And the desert was dry

In the country town

Where the laughter sounds

Oh the dancing and the singing

Oh the music when they played

Oh the fires that they started

Oh the girls with no regret

Sometimes they found it, sometimes they kept it Often lost it along the way

Fought each other to possess it Often died in sight of day

Oh the sun was in their eyes

And the desert was dry

In the country town

Where the laughter sounds

Oh the sun was in their eyes

And the desert was dry

In the country town

Where the laughter sounds