It s a tinker I am, and a travellin man
I follow the wind and the stars
If I ve shoes on me feet,and an old crust to eat
I m as happy as any by far
I m as rich as a king when I lay down to dream
On My pillow of sawdust or hay
And the friends that I make I would never forsake
And their kindness one day I ll repay
CHORUS:
So thank you for sharing the warmth of your fire
And an oul cup of tea or two
And that warm feather bed,where I lay down my head
for making me welcome,thank you.
I m a jack of all trades,and as sharp as a blade
When it comes to the markets and fairs
Mending oul pots and pans or whatever I can
Not a penny I d give for your cares
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Now the cold winds of winter can cut like a knife
And the rain chills me deep to the bone
But the warm summer breezes still blow in my mind
And it s them keeps me carryin on
When the crows the dawn,I ll be already gone
Through the meadow that runs by the trees
I think nothing of time,for the world is all mine
I can come and can go as I please
Repeat Chorus Twice
