Letra
Ver letra con acordes
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I come from the moor and the mountain
From the waterfall and streams
I turned me back on the mountain track
I m walking in a dream
And every new horizon
To me it seems the same
And everywhere look old and bad
While travelling on the plain
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Thus no one rides this road with me
A plainsman rides alone
No welcome waits by a city gate
No voice to call me home
Alone I came into this place
And that is how I will go
And all I learn is the season s turn
It s all I need to know
Oh, the world is hung with silver tongues
With good advice to give
If you can t show me how to die
Don t tell me how to live
The plainsman s song, though it s seldom long
It s more than meets the ear
And all I believe is the falling leaves
At the turning of the year