Trav'ling lady, stay awhile

until the night is over.

I'm just a station on your way,

I know I'm not your lover.

Well I lived with a child of snow

when I was a soldier,

and I fought every man for her

until the nights grew colder.



She used to wear her hair like you

except when she was sleeping,

and then she'd weave it on a loom

of smoke and gold and breathing.



And why are you so quiet now

standing there in the doorway?

You chose your journey long before

you came upon this highway.



Trav'ling lady stay awhile

until the night is over.

I'm just a station on your way,

I know I'm not your lover.