Early morning, dreary horizon Early morning, dreary horizon Temprano en la mañana, el horizonte sombrío Aching hands are pulling a millstone Aching hands are pulling a millstone Dolor manos están tirando una piedra de molino Wailing from the cart Wailing from the cart Lamentos de la carreta Moaning from a shattered heart Moaning from a shattered heart Gemidos de un corazón roto Refrão: Refrão: Refrão: He's burned down many a bridge He's burned down many a bridge Él se quemó muchas de un puente And he's scared of walking in the dark And he's scared of walking in the dark Y él tiene miedo de caminar en la oscuridad It hurts when the rain falls on his skin It hurts when the rain falls on his skin Me duele cuando la lluvia cae sobre su piel (Refrão) (Refrão) (Refrão) (Oh) he is worn out from marching (Oh) he is worn out from marching (Oh) que se lleva a cabo de marchar And he's forgotten for what he's searching And he's forgotten for what he's searching Y se ha olvidado de lo que está buscando Yet he keeps up the stride Yet he keeps up the stride Sin embargo, él mantiene la calma God knows that he won't arrive God knows that he won't arrive Dios sabe que no llegará (Refrão)2x (Refrão)2x (Refrão) 2x