I used to call at the Roving Jewel

I'd stay there for the winter

Memories pinned inside of me

Like the scarlet curtains hanging in the window

Bows of silk and strands of hair

All the pages lying empty

Seems to me a mystery

Like the scarlet curtains hanging in the window

Paper flowers on the table

Thought I'd left them by the door

All the pictures, they have fallen

Fallen many times before

I've bid farewell to the Roving Jewel

Secrets sleeping in the barley

Silver skies, things I've left behind

And the scarlet curtains hanging in the window

The scarlet curtains hanging in the window

The scarlet curtains hanging in the window