This song was written in loving memory of Ignaas Spruit and Hanneke de Jong, and all others who will pass on before us.
lyrics
I don't remember what day it was when I first heard the news
That the fog was thick and the girl was dead and the trucker's got the blues
And a line appeared above my eyes on the day that she was killed
If everything happens for a reason then I have no reasoning skills
So I put my sadness up for sale, now the bidding can begin
But if no one takes an interest, I must store it all within
If the story written on my face is the passing by of time
Then the passing on of people can be read between the lines
If death comes knocking on my door, he can use the waiting room
Cause my traveling shoes don't fit me yet and I won't be leaving soon
But the markings on my face will tell me when it's time to go
If there's no more room for sorrow, I will know, I will know
If death comes knocking on my door...
credits
from Kaleidoscope Tales,
released January 4, 2011
Special guests: Stanislav Paluch (violin), Michal Barok (mandolin), Roman Sykora (upright bass), Richard Cifersky (banjo), Lubos Jurkovic (guitar), Peter Szabados (dobro)