the moon was broken

the sangria was sweet

did we worry about it then?

we marched to the sound

of the drums that beat

in the hearts of lusty men!

there were battles to fight

there were women to love

and the dreams that set our course!

we would conquer the day

with the valor of heroes

and without regret or remorse.

but the road winds thru hell

and fate is a tiger

with a taste for a dour man’s meat.

the mountain repelled us

and the sea overwhelmed us

we were battered and lost in defeat.

we are nomads still

in a blistering land

and the Lord our souls may keep!

but we long for the warmth

of a feathery bed

and the women who wait…

and weep.