I used to call At The Roving Jewel I'd stay there For the winter Memories, Pinned inside of me Like the scarlet curtains Hanging in the window Bows of silk And strands of hair All the pages Lying empty Seems to me A mystery Like the scarlet curtains Hanging in the window Paper flowers On the table Thought I'd left them By the door All the pictures They have fallen, Many times before I've bid farewell To the Roving Jewel Secrets sleeping In the barley Silver skies Things I've left behind And the scarlet curtains Hanging in the window...