Travelling People

[Intro]


[Verse]
                                          
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 lumbered

[Verse]
                                           
Oh, we knew the woods and the resting places
                                               
And a small bird sang when wintertime was over
                                      
Then we d pack our loads and be on the road
                                    
Those were good old times, but they re over

[Verse]
                                       
In the open road you can stop and linger
                                               
For a week or two, for time was not our master
                                       
Then away you d jog with your horse and dog
                           
Nice and easy, no need to go faster

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Sometimes we d meet up wi  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]
                                            
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]
                                          
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 lumbered