The City and the Traveler
When I saw a light
Carve a crown into the quarry
Over me
I'm a king at night
And a poor man in the morning
How will anybody know me?
Hide the key in the roll-top drawer
Walk the countryside from door to door
And as morning falls
And keeps falling ever after
Bless the city and the traveler
Autor(es): DANIEL R. MESSE
