The mistress of the dawn strides along With her solitary pawn who lingers on then is gone With no word and no one heard where he went to this day Maybe he would sail away The children of the sun having fun Didn't realize they were done because the pawn chanced to wander Through the camp just like a tramp he left his stamp there to this day Maybe he would sail away Gone are silent summer rains Wind is rolling off the plains Bringing ice upon the breeze Making flowing water freeze The minstrel of the land made a stand in a castle built of sand Watched it fall in the frost and the message was lost With one last word to deliver under ice upon the river it lies frozen to this day Maybe he would sail away