every land is empty
i wander here and there
remembering the other times
i travelled here alone
~ without you there’s no home

time is passing slowly
the fires are turned to ash
i seek new wood to burn for you
a flame to light the way
but you can’t see the beacons
you’re too far away

the birds still sing
the river flows
i know these trodden ways
~ wherever i may roam
without you there’s no home