I recall grain gold and swaying when we said our goodbyes.
A wind up from the East blew frozen sunsets across the skies.
Your hair flowed down freely, and was glowing in the sun
Something like a fairy fire. My journey had begun.

We did not speak; we knew that I must travel on alone
Away beyond the mountains and the crags of rugged stone.
When I looked back, you stood there, embalmed in evening gold,
Until the dark embraced you in its fold.

Where are you now?

Since then I’ve crossed the mountains, and many oceans wide,
And I’ve always had a vision of you locked somewhere inside.
I laugh at how my memory’s grown – I don’t know how you felt.
You seemed to light a torch with the halo of Orion’s belt.

I’ve never had a true love, and I’ve never had a home;
But I find I think of you and sunsets, no matter where I roam.
Sometimes in the darkness, sweat upon my brow,
I wake and hear my voice calling your name.

Where are you now?

-Marco Klaue and Rob Veith

(When you travel a lot, you’re constantly saying goodbye to people. Many you don’t manage to keep in touch with. Some people think of this Rob-Marco collaboration as a "Prairie love song" in the tradition of, say, Ian Tyson. I'm not sure I'd even call it a love song.)

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