Travelling People

歌詞

I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered Country lanes and byways were always my ways I never fancied being lumbered Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places And a small bird sang when wintertime was over Then we'd pack our loads and be on the road Those were good old times, but they're over In the open road you can stop and linger For a week or two, for time was not our master Then away you'd jog with your horse and dog Nice and easy, no need to go faster Sometimes we'd meet up with other people For the news or swapping family information At the country fair, we'd be meeting there All the people of the travelling nation All you freeborn men of the travelling people Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy rover Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going Your travelling days will soon be over Winds of change are blowing, old ways are going Your travelling days will soon be over I'm a freeborn man of the travelling people Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am numbered Country lanes and byways were always my ways I never fancied being lumbered