The Traveller

Fluttering brocades, golden and crimson
Swaying of braids, diadems and dreams
Dancing joyfully all through the night
Gems and silk and oriental spices

Round we dance
Round we dance
Gleaming of candles

Round we dance
Round we dance
The past is past

Through travelers’ tales I travel too
Tales of strange, distant worlds

Empires of jade, oriental horizons
Dark, black mysterious eyes
Brave merchants through deserts and mountains
Miles and miles to reach this court