Early morning, dreary horizon
Aching hands are pulling a millstone
Wailing from the cart
Moaning from a shattered heart

He´s burned down many a bridge
And he´s scared of walking in the dark
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin (x2)

Oh he is worn out from marching
And he´s forgotten for what he´s searching
Yet he keeps up the stride
God knows that he won´t arrive

He´s burned down many a bridge
And he´s scared of walking in the dark
It hurts when the rain falls on his skin