The Music Weaver- Sandy Denny

I'm a long way from you,

I'm a long way from home.

And who cares for the feeling

Of being alone?

The notes and the words

They will always unfold

And I'm left with a manuscript

That will grow old

And the secrets all told anyway.

So the song it is yours,
And the song it is mine.
And a cold wind it blows
Through good fortunes of time.
The hobo he leaves
When the going is bad
And the music he weaves
Is so gentle and sad.
But freedom he has anyway.

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