Another scenario, stage set..
Script written, dream set ..
Window dressing, role play ..
Yeeha, yeeha to gollop on saddles
And for the cow boy, John Wayne..
Heading south, another stop on the way..
With an open fire, burning steak..
Underneath the heavens glow ..
And then greetings and pleasantries ..
Handshakes of new acquaintances..
Laughters and jokes in exchange..
Of stories told in banters of barter trade..
For this night we are brothers..
Warmth enlist us to gathered around fire
Looking out over each others shoulders..
To be my guardian and I yours in the open fields
When the morning comes..
Back into travellers paths we set out again ..
Time acquittance and strangers diner ..
We became friends, on a strangers spot..
In the morning I will ride south and you north ..
And if we are to meet again,
Some where between lines ..
Many an adventure in stories to tell..
To share again under the open fire
From the last time, we met ..
Farewell on travellers path
Old cow boy, to being John Wayne ..
