Lyrics: Gi0iA
Music: Gi0iA
Arranger: Gi0iA
Droplets cling to glass’ s rim,
Half- draped blinds dim.
Wind flips the book to page three bare,
It's time to leave.
Caught an evening train to Trieste,
One wilted rose her only store.
Unreal trinkets, Bells resound.
No winged birds haunt the forest.
Crescent glows,
lone wolf rests low,
Scorpion crawls by brook’ s soft flow.
Signal lamps flicker to and fro,
It's time to leave.
It's time to leave
It's time to leave
It's time to leave
She longs to ride At eventide,
Train bound for Trieste’ s side.
One wilted rose her only store.
Unreal trinkets, nothing more, Bells resound.