Sand on our strings, wind in our bones… We play for the road, we play alone. The sun burns gold, the shadows crawl, We trade our tunes for a bite of fall. From Tangier dunes to Persian seas, Our songs are prayers on a broken breeze. We are the Caravan Band, rolling slow, Guitars of dust and drums that glow. Lost in the wind, we carry the flame — No home, no master, no name. A steel guitar sighs where the camels kneel, The hurdy-gurdy hums what the stars can’t heal. Footsteps fade, but the rhythm stays, Like the ghosts of a thousand ways. We are the Caravan Band, playing blind, Songs of the sea and the sands combined. If the world forgets, the road will know — The music goes where we go. And the dunes keep the beat… forever.
