[00:40.370]Early morning, dreary horizon
[00:44.680]Aching hands are pulling a millstone
[00:49.020]Wailing from the cart
[00:53.400]Moaning from a shattered heart
[00:57.920]He’s burned down many a bridge
[01:01.180]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[01:06.330]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[01:15.410]He’s burned down many a bridge
[01:19.050]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[01:24.400]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[01:50.080]Oh he is worn out from marching
[01:54.240]And he’s forgotten for what he’s searching
[01:59.770]Yet he keeps up the stride
[02:04.280]God knows that he won’t arrive
[02:09.430]He’s burned down many a bridge
[02:12.350]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[02:17.600]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin
[02:26.730]He’s burned down many a bridge
[02:29.970]And he’s scared of walking in the dark
[02:35.280]It hurts when the rain falls on his skin