Red leaves

While i was walking away from the wilderness

Something was dragged to me by the wind

At first sight i didn’t believe what I had seen

Even in my most distant thoughts I expect to be

in front of the lady of the red leaves

We didn’t talk until I asked

where do you go? She said I don’t know

I’m looking for a place to belong

and for someone who I can trust

to ride beneath the north

she was stray as i was, then I told her

that I ain’t got a route or a map to follow

ain’t got a thing which I can borrow

maybe the next day after tomorrow

we can go together to the Rocks

our compasses were already broken

some of our paths were already spoken

the road is unknown and dangerous

cause you wouldnt find any clues

even on the most of the ancient books