My carriage, they robbed it
while I was at the fair,
my carriage, they robbed it
while I slept at night.
Chorus:
Where would my carriage be?
Where would my carriage be? (x2)
They told me they removed
all the shiny nails
thinking they were made of gold:
that´s how clean they were.
Chorus:
Wherever it is, my carriage is mine alone
because I grew up inside it, down by the river.
If I ever find it, you´ll come with me
on my love carriage, down the path.
I say out loud, on the path
as I´m talking with the fair´s patrons
that above its front, you can see
my name carved by fire.
Chorus:
I spent a fortune on my carrriage
and on nights of love, I carried the Moon on it.
Asking, searching, I combed everywhere
and finally I found it, without the horses.