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(deel 1)
Upon horses back I look out on the desert.
The sun burns the sky, I shelter my gazing eye
Searching for signs among thorny branches.
A waterhole dry, a vulture is soaring high.
The sweat stings my eyes, but storm clouds are gathering.
As the wind picks up speed, I look 'round for the nearest
cave.
A flick of the reign, the horse resumes walking.
Turning left and then right to find a path that is safe.
(deel 2)
The horse goes insane, breaks for the hills,
fleeing the rain at speed that kills.
I let the horse slow down to a gait.
For staying dry it is far too late.
The thunder storm has drenched me to the bone.
Once again I wish I was home.
(deel 3)
I'm just a stranger in a very strange land.
I'm longing for my lovely home many miles away.
I'm just a stranger in a very strange land.
There's no one near who can point the way.
There's no one near who can point the way.
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