>_Our Lady well-traveled, her mane of gold_ >_She walks the Ivory Road_ >_Her eyes held the future, untold and unseen_ >_And light did her footsteps flow_ >CHORUS: >_Oh, the men of the road speak of her still_ >_Their hearts to their Lady sworn_ >_Her words fall like rain and see fortunes unfold_ >_In the shadow of destiny born_ >_CHORUS:_ >I met her at dawn at a crossroads of stone [need line] >She smiled like a sunrise and offered her hand, >"Come traveler, where shall we go?" >_So if you should spy a fair maid on the road_ >_With dice tumbling light from her sleeve_ >_Tip her a coin and she'll offer you change_ >_She spoke not of death nor of glory ahead_ >_But whispered of choices unmade_ >Some say she's (...) >_I say she's the wind and the way_ >For wherever (...) >_And yesterday yields to today_ >So if you should spy a fair maid on the road With (...) Tip her a coin and she'll offer you change That your heart could never conceive (...) you when crossroads appear As they did in my wandering years For fate is not fixed but a river that flows Through valleys of hopes and of fears _We'll forge a path where none have tread_ _And write our own sweet fate_ _For the Lady of Chance smiles kindest on those_ _Who dare to determine their way_ _She spoke of adventures on distant shores_ _Of treasures both humble and grand_ _And each place she pointed, my fortune grew bright_ _Like magic poured straight from her hand_