The Roamer

That the stars would sing a promise of love

That the moon would swear it true

That mine heart should cry of desparate dreams,

and still my pain for you.

Though the rain still falls on my head this day,

and the tempest rages too...

I will ne'er forget these dreams I've had.

I will never forget their truth.

And still I roam through troubled lands.

And still my burdens increase.

A vision of the sun fills my hope.

My hope is my dream.

My promise of peace...