The road was long the day was cold
a story that's so often told
a lonely road with no end in sight
no shelter from the night
when there before a gate I stood
that lead to nothing but tangled woods
I was wondering what it once had been
when something seemed to call me in

then I walked through the garden 
of waste and despair
was stung by the nettles
was chilled by the cold air
I was just about to turn around
when there in the waste ground
was a house as sad as it was old
but still a shelter from the cold

this stately home that had once stood proud
now stood within its stately shroud
a dark sky laying where the roof had been
such sadness I'd never seen
and as I walked from room to room
searching for a way from gloom
I walked into a room so bright
that I was blinded by the light

and there in the corner 
over by the far end
a guitar gently weeping 
welcome back old friend
we sang and we made rhymes 
and talked about old times
sweet music filled the air
such joy was everywhere

as we danced through the garden
of waste and despair
the sun started shining
and pushed aside the cold air
I closed the gate behind me
and continued on my journey
the road reached far into the night
but in the distance there shone a light

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Words & Music By Nemo James