Sangtekst: Robert Plant. Band of Joy. Harms Swift Way.

There is a home out of harm's swift way
I set myself to find
I swore to my love I would bring her there
Then I left my love behind

The desert was long, the mountain high
The road ran steep and winding
The promises so easily made
Unbearable yet binding

Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna count my time?
Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna count my time?

Time will go, it never stays
Memory locked in her passing
Try, oh, try to cling to her
'Til she becomes everlasting

The world's still blue, my word's still true
I feel I'm turning hollow
She does as she pleases if ever she leaves
I'll strangle upon the sorrow

Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?
Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?

The road is past, tomorrow the sky
Between sometimes is blinding
Someday soon when I turn to cloud
I will fly on her wings somehow

Wrapped in the road and filled with above
The ground seems to fade away
Hold to the earth like a new born child
Pray she returns someday

Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?
Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?

Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?
Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?

Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?
Oh, me, oh, my
Who's gonna mark my time?