| The Pedlar arrived on a cold day | |
| With no one to call on and no one to stay | |
| Considered the dream that may become | |
| To stand on the bridge until his body felt numb | |
| Cause everywhere | |
| People swarm it's hard to frame(? not sure?) you (or new?) | |
| Till the stranger approached him | |
| And his dream came true | |
| The Pedlar decided it was deja vu | |
| The Stranger was shocked and said ' | |
| I feel like | |
| I know you' | |
| And everywhere | |
| Roses grow? | |
| Spend their time? | |
| You wonder if the vultures approve | |
| You look at them, looking at you | |
| And rainy days when the sky looks blue | |
| You're at the window changing the view | |
| But your luck is gonna turn | |
| The turn is gonna come | |
| And soon you'll be a saint to someone | |
| The Pedlar departed on the third night | |
| He thought of the | |
| Stranger as he walked in the moonlight | |
| He savored the touch of the unknown | |
| Thinking too much on the way back home | |
| And everywhere shadows moved across the landscape | |
| His heart? what the | |
| Stranger had told him'? from your failed dream | |
| Go gather the stream and begin to dig | |
| And everywhere | |
| People go to gossip and greed now | |
| Be careful where all the trinkets are free now | |
| If that's the way you live and die | |
| No children here exporting the crime | |
| A rainy day is as warm inside//not sure about these// | |
| In the cottage where the spirit resides //not sure about these////not sure about these// | |
| You used to light your candles in wait //not sure about these// | |
| Now look at you you're making you're way |