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There once was an old road that as children we’d pass Of old sun-bleached bones and of brown withered grass And old men with guitars who would sing as they would laugh The birds in the meadows would all turn into kites We’d sail through the morning until it was night The wolves would be howling at the full moon’s first light The trees had all learned to sing amen, amen The mountains learned to shake and churn and finally ascend Where clouds would send lightning to give us our end The road is all overgrown with poppies and thorns It no longer leads anywhеre It no longer leads homе The moon no longer sets out The moon no longer roams the old road The old road, the old road The old road, the old road The old road, the old road The old road, the old road The old road, the old road The old road, the old road Aus Songtexte Mania