The
fire burning
In
the woods of silence
The
words hardly moving
The
circle of people
What
can they say?
The
hardship the face
The
captain lays asleep
On
his ship by the sea
The
sailors keep warm
Trekking
up the hill
Thinking
of finding gold
They
find nothing
What
can they tell the captain?
Without
it they can't go on board
So
in the woods they camped
The
fire burning
Tomorrow
they hope
The
clear sky a new direction
They
really want to go home
Too
many nights in the woods
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