I'm feeling pretty good this time
I can see the leaves are smiling red into gold
The wind starts moving in
It's like I'm living in the stories of old
I can hear the poets, calling out in the forest
They're wishing me well
Those bards of bygone times
Are whispering ancient rhymes
Guiding me on
One road
With two friends
In three worlds
And four winds
I'm taking it all in stride
Even when the skies grow cold
As I begin again
I can feel that eastern glow
Give me strange lands
With songs I never heard sung before
Give me warm hands
To hold me when I'm feeling unsure
But I know I'm always on
One road
With two friends
In three worlds
And four winds
I'm taking it all in stride
Even when the skies grow cold
As I begin again
I can feel that eastern glow
Give me strange lands
With songs I never heard sung before
Give me warm hands
To hold me when I'm feeling unsure
But I know I'm always on
One road, with two friends, in three worlds, and four winds
I'm taking it all in stride
Even when the skies grow cold
As I begin again
I can feel that eastern glow
Bringing back those stories of old