Richard Thompson - The Old Changing Way Lyrics
I'm Darby the tinker and my brother is TamWe go where the work is, my boys, and we work where we canWith the mending and fixing, it's together we stayIntending our fortunes to try on the old changing wayWe come to your cities and we call on your wivesWe'll fix up your kettles, please dear missus, we'll sharpen your knivesAnd we always agreed that together we'd stayIntending our fortunes to try on the old changing wayAt times they grew scanty and the money grew thinWe worked for a song but the money it didn't come inNow brothers are kindred but hard times betrayAnd so we stumbled apart on the old changing wayWe never agreed to divide our tinAnd when you're out of love with your brother, your hard times beginFor the spikes and the brothels, they're shameful to seeBut don't you travel alone, boys, this warning you take from meYou must share with your nearest till the end of your daysOr else it's forever you're on the old changing way