Wagon Mound - Ronstadt Generations
Oh the wagon keeps on rolling
Through the gentle hills upon the plain
The tired faces and the sweat upon the brow
Echoes of the horses softly saying
Just one more step is all your thinking
Wagon wheels sing a lonely song
They sing of places of where you’d rather be

And where you’ll go before too long
Oh brother wind I hear you calling
Through the trees and valleys down below

Your voice it echoes through the treetops
As we roll into Wagon Mound
I hear the voices softly saying
In leaves that rustle in the wind
They tell of danger and the darker deeds of men

As we roll into Wagon Mound
Oh brother wind he keeps on singing
He sings a sad and lonely song
He sings of all the lives that passed this way before
As we roll into Wagon Mound

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