Speck of rust on the kettleget the rag
see his poor back
I find it hard
to wait for time, because you cried my dearest one
You never let me see
how much you felt abotu the love
I'm so afraid, time means nothin here in China
As you see, I'm in rags
and the fierce Mongolians are screamin
and I am at their mercy
I have a knife that does not belong to me
stick in boots made of Spanish leather
On the road to Cathay
I will follow you by day
through the desert starry nights
I won't sleep until I find you
I will follow to the east
but times not willing to release me
till I gaze into your eyes of wide cerulean wonder
over China's distant hordes of Mongol riders
I can see the lives behind me
as I travel to your mission
though you left without a word
all I seek is your redemption
If I had the words to speak
I'd tell you of my travels
and the burdens that I've carried
in my search for you my dearest one
If you could see meI'm in rags
and the fierce Mongolians are screamin
as I am at their mercy
I have a knife tucked in my boot
and though it's dull
I won't refuse to use the strength that's left inside 
me
On the road to cathay
I will follow you by day
through the desert starry nights
I won't rest until I find you
I will follow to the East
until I see you sleeping peacefully
and dream of lying there beside you
On the wide dusty road to cathay
And when the mission bells I hear
and I see you in the clearing
I will gaze into your eyes
of wide cerulean China