To the Desert - Branches

I came out to the desert

To find what I lost in your eyes

I filled my lungs with the sunset

And walked out into the night

I am a wandering soldier

In this dusty land

Nothing but the torn clothes on my back

And the empty barrel in my hand

Onwards, broken-hearted soldier

Into the great unknown

Lay down your weapons and follow

Into the light of the sun

When I couldn’t walk any further

I fell to my knees to pray

With my final breath I cried out

In the blowing wind I heard you say…

«Onwards, onwards good soldier

Into the great unknown

Hear the golden trumpets sounding

Calling the tired soldiers home»

Onwards, broken-hearted soldier

Into the great unknown

Lay down your weapons and follow

Into the light of the sun

Onwards, onwards good soldier

Into the great unknown

Hear the golden trumpets sounding

Calling the tired soldiers home"

I came out to the desert

To find what I lost in your eyes

I filled my lungs with the sunset

And walked out into the night