[00:40.00]Early morning, dreary horizon
[00:44.00]Aching hands are pulling a millstone
[00:49.00]Wailing from the cart
[00:52.00]Moaning from a shattered heart
[00:57.00]He’s burned down many a bridge
[01:00.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[01:06.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[01:15.00]He’s burned down many a bridge
[01:18.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[01:23.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[01:50.00]Oh he is worn out from marching
[01:54.00]And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching
[01:58.30]Yet he keeps up the stride
[02:02.00]God knows that he won’t arrive
[02:07.00]He’s burned down many a bridge
[02:10.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[02:15.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[02:24.30]He’s burned down many a bridge
[02:28.00]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[02:33.00]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin