Blue Caravan - Vienna Teng

Blue, blue caravan

Winding down to the valley of lights

My true love is a man

Who would hold me for ten thousand nights

In the wild, wild, wailing of wind

He’s a house 'neath the soft yellow moon

So blue, blue caravan

Won’t you carry me down to him soon?

Blue, blue caravan

Won’t you drive away all of these tears

For my true love is a man

That I haven’t seen in years

He said, «Go where you have to

For I belong to you until my dying day.»

So like a fool, blue caravan

I believed him, and I walked away

Oh my blue, blue caravan

The highway is my great wall

For my true love is a man

Who never existed at all

Oh, he was a beautiful fiction

I invented to keep out the cold

But now my blue, blue caravan

I can feel my heart growing old

Oh, my blue, blue caravan

I can feel my heart growing old