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