Lletres: Kate Campbell. The Portable Kate Campbell. Rosaryville.

I feel a beating drum in my bones
And I know it?s calling me to go
Where the Spanish moss drapes the trees
And the bayou whispers to let it be

Come on, let's go
Down the road to Rosaryville
Who knows what we will find
We won?t need much
On the road to Rosaryville
We can leave the world behind

It?s not easy marching out of time
When other voices tell you stay in line
Some will say it?s only wasted dreams
But they?ve never tasted wine so sweet

I see the big iron gates open wide
Follow your heart with me we?ll take a ride