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gordon bok - travelling people lyrics

[verse 1]
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 numbered

[verse 2]
oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
and the small birds sang when winter time was over
then we’d pack our load and he on the road
those were good old times for the rover

[verse 3]
in the open ground you could stop and linger
for a week or two, for time was not your mastеr
then away you’d jog with your horse and dog
nice and еasy, no need to go faster

[verse 4]
sometimes you’d meet all the 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

[verse 5]
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
[verse 1]
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 numbered

- gordon bok lyrics

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