Trying To Find

Well, I’ve wandered through the night

Through an age of man, with a soldier’s hands.

But oh, my love, I’m coming back to your caverns deep

From my haunted sleep, from my haunted sleep.

Well now I’ve been trying to find my way back to your arms for a long time, for a long time.

Years now I’ve roamed, and always in my rambling I yearn for your tender touch kind, your touch kind.

I’ve been trying to find my way back to your arms for a long, long time.

Well I’ve wandered through the mists of ten thousand years,

Of tyrants and tears but now I’m reaching for your queenly touch.

I leave the rut of the road to where the sweet moss grows near a calm stream flow.

That’s where I’ll go, that’s where I’ll go.