We are guests of the earth

Intro

Verse 1
My world, drawn by my own hand,
My world — for me, within me.
And the sky, in autumn’s rainy span,
Sends a chill down my spine, you see.

Chorus
Black clouds in the colours of dawn,
White birds in the hues of sorrow.
We are all wanderers, guests on this earth,
After the dusty path, we’ll go to blue far;off tomorrow.

Verse 2
Through the grey years, led by a question deep:
Why do I live upon this land?
Where, through March’s melted dew I creep,
By burning stars I make my stand?

Chorus
Black clouds in the colours of dawn,
White birds in the hues of sorrow.
We are all wanderers, guests on this earth,
After the dusty path, we’ll go to blue far;off tomorrow.

Instrumental break
Bridge
My form is stirred by the wandering wind,
Wrapped in a mist I cannot see.
By the warmth of your kiss, tender and kind,
Tears run down my cheeks, silently.

Chorus
Black clouds in the colours of dawn,
White birds in the hues of sorrow.
We are all wanderers, guests on this earth,
After the dusty path, we’ll go to blue far;off tomorrow.

Chorus
Black clouds in the colours of dawn,
White birds in the hues of sorrow.
We are all wanderers, guests on this earth,
After the dusty path, we’ll go to blue far;off tomorrow.

Outro
After the dusty path, we’ll go to blue far;off tomorrow.