Omar Khayyam Country (Versão Ao Vivo)
I walked out onto the garden
The garden in-made
I picked a rose that was waiting
And gave my heart away
For she was red, she was winsome
She was wine to my soul
All my life I've been wandering
No star air will show
I heard a voice calling sweetly
Come be my very own
She was raised in the Mountains
But the Valley was her home
She took my hands oh so gently
Far from this world of care
She showered me with kisses
The rainbow in her hair
For she was blue, she was golden
She was white to my soul
Walked with her through the meadows
And through the towns below
Stayed with her through the Winter
And never let her go
She was Love, she is Beauty
She is Christ on Fire
Come the day that we've parteened
I cried the whole night through
I wonder if the curls of Love will always be untrue
Then she rose from the ashes
Like the Sun in the night
Now we walk through the lames of time
And through the hearts of men
I lost her I've seen the devil's game
But I won't her let again
For she is Spring, she is Summer
She is wild to behold
Come in men to the garden
Where I have stood before
Catch the rose that is blowing
And love her ever more
For she is there, she is waiting
She's thy to behold
She's fair, she's winsome
She is the wine to your soul
País de Omar Khayyam (Versión En Vivo)
Salí al jardín
El jardín hecho a mano
Tomé una rosa que estaba esperando
Y le entregué mi corazón
Porque ella era roja, era encantadora
Era vino para mi alma
Toda mi vida he estado vagando
Ninguna estrella me mostrará
Escuché una voz llamando dulcemente
Ven, sé mío de verdad
Ella fue criada en las Montañas
Pero el Valle era su hogar
Ella tomó mis manos oh tan suavemente
Lejos de este mundo de preocupaciones
Me llenó de besos
El arcoíris en su cabello
Porque ella era azul, era dorada
Era blanca para mi alma
Caminé con ella por los prados
Y por los pueblos de abajo
Me quedé con ella durante el Invierno
Y nunca la dejé ir
Ella era Amor, ella es Belleza
Ella es Cristo en Llamas
Llegó el día en que nos separamos
Lloré toda la noche
Me pregunto si los rizos del Amor siempre serán falsos
Entonces ella se levantó de las cenizas
Como el Sol en la noche
Ahora caminamos a través de las llamas del tiempo
Y a través de los corazones de los hombres
La perdí, he visto el juego del diablo
Pero no la dejaré ir de nuevo
Porque ella es Primavera, ella es Verano
Es salvaje de contemplar
Vengan hombres al jardín
Donde he estado antes
Atrapen la rosa que está volando
Y ámenla siempre más
Porque ella está allí, está esperando
Es tuya para contemplar
Es hermosa, es encantadora
Es el vino para tu alma