Faraway Tom

歌詞

When the calendar brings in the cuckoo And the summer comes following on Then the thin mists of day see him running away And they know him as Faraway Tom. The earth is his bed and his pillow And his sheets are the clothes he has on He sleeps all afternoon then he's hunting the moon Till it rises for Faraway Tom. He sees the fox leaving his follow And he knows where the badger has gone He watches the fawn in the sheltering thorn But they don't see Faraway Tom. He knows nothing of letters and learning And of manners and such he has none But he numbers the seasons on fingers and toes As they pass over Faraway Tom. But what of the winters to follow; Will age and cold winds bring him down? For where can he lie when the snow fills the sky And the years tell on Faraway Tom?