דויד ברוזה / NIGHT DAWN

The night grew cold
The moon shown blue
When l hit the broad highway

The winds of change turned
Strong and strange
I leave my childhood behind
Until I spy the light of day
Dreaming of treasures to find

If l had a silver dollar
Spend it on the one l love
If it's stuck in lonesome holler
I wish it on the mourning dove

Miles soon slid beneath my feet
Time slipped through my fingers
Every sweet temptation l met

Gave me cause to linger
Not many a wilder youth than l
I'll ride on the dark 'til the night I die
'Til the night l die

Wish it on the mourning dove
Wish it on the mourning dove