When the wagons leave the city
For the forest and further on
Painted wagons of the morning
Dusty roads where they have gone

Sometimes travelin' through the darkness
Met the summer comin' home
Fallen faces by the wayside
Look as if they might have known

All the sun was in their eye
And the desert that's dry
In the country town
Where the laughter sound

Oh the dancing and the singing
Oh the music when they play
Oh the fire that they started
All the girls with no regret

Sometimes they found it
Sometimes they kept it
Often lost it along the way
Fought each other to posses it
Sometimes die in sight of day

Oh the sun was in their eye
And the desert that's dry
In the country town
Where the laughter sound