Текст песни The Wanderers House

And he still wanders on

From days long since gone

And he still wanders on

Through the dark at the endless hills

Through the grey mists of dawn

Through the dreams of faded history

A sprit of ancient days is still travelling on...

Behold his face in the twillight hours

A story that's his to tell

Of a word given blindly, and honor that binds

Of a home long lost in the shades of time

Distance forgotten, a dreamlike face

Painted on the insides of his eyes

He who had stared into the eye of the cyclops

He who had conquered the fortress of dawn

Once enthroned this king of the slain

Now betrothed to the starlight above

A silent seeker adrift in the mists

The wanderer's specrte will never reach illeas...

And he still wanders on

From days long since gone

And he still wanders on

A dream that is not his own

Leads him through times unknown

And he still wanders on

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Navigator under the stars alone

Leathery skin, his hair's been bleached by the sun

He who had been king in another life

"I might have had a son, but what was his name?

Have I laid with my wife, was she beautiful?

Did this weary head once wear a crown?

On my Island home, mountains so high

Did they pierce the clouds overhead?

Who am I? Who is she? Why am I lost?

A sleepwalking mind in the arms of poseidon

Forever lost on the dancing waves

Longing for summer's days upon

The shores of distant illeas

As the ages come and go the wanderer does not return

And the silence still remains, the wanderer does not return

And she weaves, awaits her man, but the wanderer does not return

And he still wanders on

From days long since gone

And he still wanders on

And still he's lost alone

Seeking the way back home

And he still wanders on

And he still wanders on

From days long since gone

And he still wanders on...