Lyrics

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