Travelling Man

 

The road winds on long and open

You must be free to choose your way

Looking for a place of refuge

At the dimming of the day.

Some may think that life is easy

For a travelling man without a care

Going where that star may lead him

Never knowing what lies there.

Summer time and the days are long

Life is easy and life is fine

Nature's bounty overflowing

A brimming cup of sparkling wine

There is work upon the land

Honest toil for honest pay

By the fire's glow you lie contented

Beneath the stars at close of day.

But all too soon the Sun is gone

Darker days are drawing near

Winter's grip is now upon us

Comes the end of another year.

Harvest done and the work is over

On the fields the snow lies deep

Long, cold nights now life is harder

For the land it's time to sleep.

You dream of how it used to be

In the days when you were young

All the friends who travelled with you

Have left the road and all moved on

But in this life with all it's hardships

You need some hope to reassure.

So as the Sun returns in Springtime

You'll be on that road once more

R. Langridge                           back to lyrics                © Langsongs 2001

  

       

       

       

 

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