We're travelers baby.
We've got magpie in our blood and bison in our lineage.
We wear our savings on our fingers and our pensions from our ears.
That long highway?
The lonely one that fades into the watery mirage?
We call that destiny baby.
The north wind ruffles more than our hair.
Our heart strings play banjo music.
And when we dance the whole earth spins.
The Travelers Collection
solid sterling silver, imprinted feathers, in three degrees of sass...
(you know where to find them!)