I lost my heart a long time ago, such a long time ago.
All that's left is a wanderin' soul, I'm just a wanderin' soul.
I've seen rain like tears from the sky, just like tears from the sky.
It's a beautiful thing to see the earth cry, such a beautiful thing.
My spirit is born by the wind and blown like snow through the air.
I've passed this way time and time again.
I know soon, I know soon, soon I will be there.
I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.
A medicine man has shown me the way,
I know that my feet will not fail.
If you hear the moon call at night and smell the sage in the air.
If you feel a breeze at your side, you'll know that I am there.
I'll saddle and ride on steeds that never touch the ground.
Over the deserts and canyons we'll glide till we see the lights of town.
I'm a living ghost of the Sangre' de Cristos
as real and as cold as the rock.
Like the red man who's lived here for a thousand years,
He knows I, he knows I, he knows I can't stop.
I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.
My body shall rise from the cold red clay, I'll spread my winds and sail.
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Brian Houser - Rose Garden Lyrics
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I lost my heart a long time ago, such a long time ago.
All that's left is a wanderin' soul, I'm just a wanderin' soul.
I've seen rain like tears from the sky, just like tears from the sky.
It's a beautiful thing to see the earth cry, such a beautiful thing.
My spirit is born by the wind and blown like snow through the air.
I've passed this way time and time again.
I know soon, I know soon, soon I will be there.
I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.
A medicine man has shown me the way,
I know that my feet will not fail.
If you hear the moon call at night and smell the sage in the air.
If you feel a breeze at your side, you'll know that I am there.
I'll saddle and ride on steeds that never touch the ground.
Over the deserts and canyons we'll glide till we see the lights of town.
I'm a living ghost of the Sangre' de Cristos
as real and as cold as the rock.
Like the red man who's lived here for a thousand years,
He knows I, he knows I, he knows I can't stop.
I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.
My body shall rise from the cold red clay, I'll spread my winds and sail.
All that's left is a wanderin' soul, I'm just a wanderin' soul.
I've seen rain like tears from the sky, just like tears from the sky.
It's a beautiful thing to see the earth cry, such a beautiful thing.
My spirit is born by the wind and blown like snow through the air.
I've passed this way time and time again.
I know soon, I know soon, soon I will be there.
I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.
A medicine man has shown me the way,
I know that my feet will not fail.
If you hear the moon call at night and smell the sage in the air.
If you feel a breeze at your side, you'll know that I am there.
I'll saddle and ride on steeds that never touch the ground.
Over the deserts and canyons we'll glide till we see the lights of town.
I'm a living ghost of the Sangre' de Cristos
as real and as cold as the rock.
Like the red man who's lived here for a thousand years,
He knows I, he knows I, he knows I can't stop.
I'm on my way to Santa Fe, on the Santa Fe Trail.
My body shall rise from the cold red clay, I'll spread my winds and sail.
Writer: Joe South
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Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY