[Intro]
[Verse]
When the calendar brings in the cuckoo
And the summer comes following on
The thin mists of day see him running away
And they know him as Faraway Tom
[Verse]
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
[Verse]
He sees the fox leaving his hollow
And he knows where the badger has gone
He watches the fawn in the sheltering thorn
But they don t see old Faraway Tom
[Verse]
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
[Verse]
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?
[Verse]
When the calendar brings in the cuckoo
And the summer comes following on
The thin mists of day see him running away
And they know him as Faraway Tom
