String of red and hair of the same
A common interest and a holy name
A chance meeting and a sudden departure
Stuck in my head - Shot by the cherubic Archer
Words were shared and feeling were kindled and
I toted your love like the sheets in my bindle
The warmth they provided from the cold of the road
Well it carried me onward whilst lightening my load
Life is a gift, both joyous and free
I'd give mine to you if you'd take it from me