Long about now, my woman's waking, shaking the sleep from out of her eyes, starting a smile so warm, that smile is making the morning sun ashamed to rise. Oh, long about now, my woman's bending, tending the fire and setting the bread, starting a song so sweet, that at its ending, that fire's burning extra red. Yes, long about now, my woman's waiting, shading the sun from off of her brow, searching the winding road with eyes that try to find me and longing after me. Yes, long about now. Oh, long about now, my woman's waiting, shading the sun from off of her brow, searching the winding road with eyes that try to find me and longing after me. Long about now.
