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,
I've fallen with them 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 windows
The scarlet curtains hanging in the windows
The scarlet curtains hanging in the windows