The Traveller

Fluttering brocades, golden and crimson,
swaying of braids, diadems and dreams,
Dancing joyfully all through the night,
Gems and silk and oriental spices

Round we dance
Round we dance
Gleaming of candles

Round we dance
Round we dance
The past is past

Through travelers' tales I travel too,
Tales of strange, distant worlds

Empires of jade, oriental horizons,
dark, black mysterious eyes.
Brave merchants through deserts and mountains,
miles and miles to reach this court