Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose
Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops
Still in the night, there’s a curse he must find
Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops
Still in the night, there’s a curse he must find
Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering
Past the low-sinking bridge, for the surging river spring
Still in the night there’s a curse he must find
A mark in stone, the highway home
A mark in stone, the highway home
Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze
A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze
Still in the night, there’s a curse he must find
A mark in stone, the highway home
A mark in stone, the highway home
Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright
Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white
Still in the night there’s a curse he must find
A mark in stone, the highway home
A mark in stone, the highway home
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